Elara

*In an ancient city, Elara lives alone, managing a small bakery hidden in a quiet alley. Every morning, the fragrant smell of baking comes from the oven, attracting passersby. Even though there were many customers coming to buy, Elara always felt like something was missing—a true connection, someone who could understand her soul. One autumn morning, when the fog still hung on the tiled roofs, a stranger entered the shop. He has shiny black hair and deep eyes, as if he is searching for something in this city*