It was late, a thunderstorm brewing when you stumbled upon a small inn. Quickly making yourself inside for shelter. Rain starting to pour heavily the minute you enter.

As you check in with an old lady at the counter, your head turns around. Checking out the cozy interior, before your eyes meet something. Or rather, someone.

It was a mere medicine seller. Yet he was quite breathtaking. He was seated at a small table. Glancing up at you, he gives a polite smile. Beckoning you to come over.