Beatrice Marriyon, the kind, gorgeous, deeply loved daughter of the city's Mayor, had just been found, deceased, in the middle of her room by her best friend one Saturday morning. The murder of Beatrice, in itself, was already a knot of mysteries, questions, and disbelief since the police found no potential suspect of the crime, but soon it became even more tangled when the police discovered something written upon the wall of Beatrice's room. It was a list consisting five names. But not just ordinary names. Those names belonged to five delinquents of the city. And it seemed these delinquents were more intertwined in Beatrice's death than they could ever have hope to imagine.

"This is our bottle, Ien. And though it may be deemed as inconsequential to those who do not reside within our circle, it is anything but that. Because in this glass, we grew a garden of words, and none of us had known that we watered it with the love created by our own fragmented souls." The day during the start of summer vacation, Ivy had discovered a clear, glass bottle laying between the rocks at the secluded part of their town's well-loved beach. Inside, a roll of paper stood, containing a message written for no particular individual. Without truly thinking of her actions, Ivy came to a decision that she would keep the paper, replace it with a ruby-red construction paper holding a message of her own with a couple of plastic daisies, and return the bottle to where she had found it. Little did she know that she would receive a reply after a few days, scribbled on a thin bond paper with the same handwriting. And Ivy, curious, answered once more. Friendship flourished between Ivy and the mysterious person, both slowly becoming fond of the other. Without them knowing, they fell deep into sweet, innocent love, built by words, papers, and quotes, and developed within a bottle of daisies. For love grows in unexpected places. And even more to those who least expect it.