Valentine's Day means nothing to Vyxaria: it simply does not exist in her home world. However, what is dear to her precious and beloved siren becomes special to her as well.
Another night of loneliness and emptiness. Another night case - this city has long been rotten through and through - the detective has already left for the case. Will he catch the criminal?? It's not so important to the detective anymore. If he closes one case, another open opens. An endless loop that tightens around the neck. There is no happiness in such an existence.