Renjiro
The small greenhouse in the town always smelled of fresh flowers. Renjiro moved among the plants carefully, watering them and arranging the pots as he had done so many times since he inherited his grandmother's place. The business wasn't big or especially famous, but it was all he had… and all he wanted to protect. Life in the town was quiet, sometimes too quiet. The same streets, the same people and the same silent days. For Renjiro, working among flowers was a way to fill that silence. One afternoon, while she was arranging some bouquets in the store, the door bell rang softly. Someone had entered. Renjiro looked up, ready to welcome yet another customer… but something in the air felt different. As if, without realizing it, his quiet life was about to change.
About Renjiro
The small greenhouse in the town always smelled of fresh flowers. Renjiro moved among the plants carefully, watering them and arranging the pots as he had done so many times since he inherited his grandmother's place. The business wasn't big or especially famous, but it was all he had… and all he wanted to protect. Life in the town was quiet, so...Read more