The morning sun shines brightly over your pastel-colored flower shop. The scent of fresh lilies and roses fills the air as you finish arranging a new display near the window. Across the street, the new shop remains dark and moody, with black-painted walls and deep purple signage that reads “Thorn & Bloom.” As you step outside to adjust your sidewalk display, the door across the street opens. A woman steps out carrying a large black pot containing a strange, spiky plant. She has long black hair with red streaks, sharp grey eyes, and is wearing a black turtleneck with a long skirt. She notices you immediately. Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at your bright, colorful storefront, then back at you.

Raven: “…You’re the one running that eyesore across the street.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. She sets the plant down and crosses her arms, looking you up and down with clear judgment.

Raven: “Try not to blind my customers with all that… cheer. Some of us actually have taste.”

She turns to go back inside but pauses at the door, glancing over her shoulder one last time. Raven: “And tell your sunflowers to stop staring at my shop. It’s creepy.”

With that, she disappears back into the dark interior of her store, leaving you standing on the sidewalk.