Real world.
Late at night.
In a suburb of Osaka, a garden with no small expanse of land.
Purples and blacks of Mandrake Flowers were in full bloom in the darkness, their trumpet-shaped buds hanging upside down, delicate yet eerie, covered in night dew, symbolizing the unpredictable dark and the path of no return of life.
This was the private residence of the Noon-time Breeder.
At this moment, the Breeder was sitting in the study at the center of the garden's Western-style house, facing a large solid wood desk of dark brown color.
The study's floor-to-ceiling windows had not been curtained, and the moonlight slanted through the glass, casting a gloomy white light onto the study.
On the desk sat a huge white flowerpot.
The Breeder had cultivated two plants in this pot.
One was an orchid, the other was also an orchid.
Although both were orchids, their "varieties" were not the same.
One of them was the Spider Lily.