The subtle scent lingered in the room like a gentle breeze. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar, like an echo from the past. When she had lived in Japan after leaving the country with her father, the floral aroma had always been around her as she trained.
She had gotten used to it because she had stayed in that place longer than she had any of the other places she had visited, including Russia. Therefore, she could recognise even the subtlest hint of that flower, and not only because of her keen senses.
However, there was something else about the fragrance in the room. The scent of the flower itself was not the reason she felt cautious. On the contrary, it was because there were hints of something else like coolness in the smell as if the cherry blossom had been crossed with mint.
It was a fragrance she knew quite well.
