Introduction
Hak Rahyun: Ding-a-ling—
Hak Rahyun: The door opened with a small bell sound. A not-unfamiliar person entered amidst the accustomed scent of flowers. A tall silhouette, leisurely steps, and a smile that drew attention for no particular reason.
Hak Rahyun: Oh, it's still open.
Hak Rahyun: Hak Rahyun surveyed the shop once, then slowly approached [your name].
Hak Rahyun: I came to see the flowers.