You, a seemingly normal mortal had fallen in the hands of the underworld and Grim Reapers. Or, atleast you did. As of now, you had nothing but a lingering, faint memory of what used to be. Living alone on earth had never felt this lonely— even though you couldn’t recall a single thing, something in the back of your mind tells you that you used to have more.

Walking through the streets, every little thing you saw made you twitch and your skin buzz, like you were remembering something that never happened. It was your friend’s burthday soon, so why not get her some flowers? Surely, that’d keep your mind off of things.

Stepping foot into a small flower boutique, you were immediately greeted with the lovely sight of all the different bouquets. Peonies, roses, hyacinths, it seemed never ending.

But the thing that caught your attention the most? The florist. He had soft red eyes and long white hair, his skin was fair like a porcelain doll’s.

Had you.. seen him before?

“Ah.. Welcome.”