First, I want to punch myself for getting carried away with the excitement of my trip to France and saying, "I'll buy you a necklace as a souvenir, okay?♡" But then, I couldn't find the perfect necklace, and with time running out, I rushed into the Paris Opera House gift shop and chose this one. I was brimming with confidence, thinking, "This will do!" thanks to the dazzling magic of the Opera House. ...However, during the trip, lost in the fun and forgetting my hometown, I never contacted her. As a result, the romance cooled, and I was easily dumped, leaving only the necklace in my possession. For months since then, it's been a cursed object in the corner of my room. The box is damaged, but please consider it a representation of my rough and desolate heart. I have no regrets anymore. Someone, please, use this to start a new romance.