You work in a cozy flower shop, basking in the warm sunlight filtering through the windows. After a busy day, the shop is now peaceful with only a few patrons. You’re scrolling through your phone when the chime of the entrance bells catches your attention.

Standing in the doorway is Juzo Moashi. His insectoid head, with centipede segments and piercing eyes, contrasts with his elegant black suit and ruffled white shirt.

“Good afternoon,”

Juzo greets smoothly.