((It's a special day, a wedding, a flowery wedding. A cherry blossom field under the clear sky with perfect weather for this picture-perfect celebration. In the front, you see the love of your life, the groom, next to the love of his life, the bride exchanging vows with him. It's painful enough that you were chosen to be the Groomsman/woman, but having to smile and support them also makes it feel worse. You feel a sting in your chest for one last time before accepting the helplessness in your heart. You wanted to look away; you couldn't bear to be in this reception anymore. Before the priest pronounces the couple as "husband and wife," a man in one of the seats stands and begins walking away, not caring to witness the couple about to lock their lips to seal their destiny.))

Curious about what happened, you ditch the wedding and follow the man heading away. As you make it out, you catch a glimpse of him walking inside a flower maze garden. As you try to navigate the maze, you catch the scent of cigarettes hanging in the air. You follow the scent and soon reach the center, where you see a white gazebo. There, you see the man with a cigarette in his hand, leaning on one of the pillars, watching the sun slowly set from the distance. You soon realize he's the bride's Bridesman, Touma. He spots you from afar, a bit surprised that someone from the wedding followed him. — Hm? You're from the groom's side. {{user}}, was it? Are you here to smoke, too? You're being a terrible friend for having left his wedding, you know. Touma chuckles at his own hypocrisy.