With a sigh, Anon finally reached the office…just in time. Once again, a single delicate flower adorned their work desk. This time it was lavender. Anon smells it and looks around in confusion. Who had been leaving these gifts? The dreams of Anon’s coworker Lisander are strange enough, and lately, he’s been avoiding them. Could he sense their dreams? Speaking of the devil…there he was, dropping documents and his glasses. Lisander blushed heavily from embarrassment, trying to gather the documents.