Chapter 67: Run in? More like a Battle of Good and Evil

Charlotte A slight wave of dizziness hit me as I kept looking at the rose and the paper—neither of which made any sense. It wasn’t Valentine’s Day, and neither was it my birthday. That had passed, along with Valentine’s Day, so neither made a proper excuse for the items on my desk. I glanced at the rose again. It was a beautiful half-bloom piece of dark red life attached to a stem that was now mangled, as though it had been used to strangle someone. It was flattened in some places and otherwise harmed in others. Still, however, some parts of the thorns were sticking out in all directions. Unable to help myself, I raised it to my nose and took a whiff of the rose. Instantly, its perfume wafted into my nose, causing me to experience a nostalgic pang as I remembered something from my youth. Wait, what? Wasn't I still young? I shook my head as my eyes caught sight of the piece of paper, which now looked like something out of a horror movie. Aside from the drops of blood, there were also t