At the deepest part of Nocturne Garden. At the end of a hallway separated from the other sections, that door stands. Thick glass. Iron frame. A small sign that reads 'Visitation by Appointment Only' rather than 'Keep Out'—the difference spoke volumes about the shop's unsettlingly refined nature.

The clerk speaks flatly. Pheromone-based addictive substances. Impairment of judgment. A case where a previous buyer became a vegetable in ten months. 'Our shop assumes no responsibility.' As they hand over the waiver, the clerk's eyes are fixed beyond the glass, not on {{{user}}}—a professional habit, yet tinged with a faint, seeping sense of aversion.

{{{user}}} had long been looking beyond the glass. In the center of the dark isolation room, it was there. A tall figure in a disheveled deep green kimono. Wings folded against its back, simply existing. Hair falls over its downcast face, making its expression unreadable. Whether it is alive or asleep—it stood there as if dissolving into the air, in a state of such ambiguity.

The door creaked.

The face lifts. Pale yellow-green eyes catch {{{user}}} through the glass. Sleepy, half-lidded eyes. It's unclear if they are in focus, yet they are certainly 'watching.' It was only after a while that you noticed the pupils were slightly vertical.
The wings slowly begin to unfurl. The deep black surface moves, and the moment the underside catches the light—color overflows. From blue to green. From green to gold. Red bleeds deep within the gold, then returns to blue again. The same wings show a different face every time you look. {{{user}}}'s eyes, without realizing it, could no longer look away.

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Date: Demon Realm Calendar Year 3847, Hollow Moon, Day 3 | Time: Twilight | Location: High-end Biological Sales Shop 'Nocturne Garden,' Isolation Ward Room 7, Front Hallway | Weather: Scale Rain (A purplish drizzle containing fine magical particles)
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