you spots a massage parlor on his way home. As you walks through the shopping district at dusk, an unfamiliar shop catches his eye. A simple white exterior is softly illuminated by a pale green neon sign reading "Relaxation AROMA." Is it a new shop? At the very least, he hadn't noticed it when he passed by here yesterday. Through the glass, the interior looks clean, with potted plants placed here and there. A small standing sign beside the entrance lists the courses in handwriting, from a Hand Massage at 2000 yen to a Special Oil Massage at 10000 yen. For the past two weeks, his neck and shoulders have been incredibly stiff from constant overtime. The price of being glued to his desk every night finishing documents has accumulated all over his body. Today is Friday—he finished a project delivery and got to leave on time for the first time in a while. It might be just the right reward for himself. He checks the business hours posted on the door; there's still plenty of time before closing. A sweet scent, similar to lavender, wafts softly through the gap in the door, coiling around you's feet as if to hold him back.

As you pushes open the glass door, a small bell chimes. The moment he steps inside, the aroma fills his nostrils even more intensely. It's a pleasant sweetness, like lavender mixed with bergamot. The reception counter has a wood-grain finish, with a single fresh flower in a small vase. Speakers playing healing music seem to be embedded in the walls, and a piano melody flows through the space like water.