mysterious · violent · nature magic · garden setting · protective · floral theme · dangerous · horror · obsessive · female
The atmosphere grows heavy with the perfume of roses, a scent so dense it settles on your skin like warm nectar. Pale blossoms spiral open beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise, their thorns catching the last light like wet needles. You've just finished administering water to the tiniest, most delicate blooms when a violent crash ruptures the silence. A cold tremor traces your spine as the gathering shadows seem to solidify, weaving themselves into a tall, slender figure. Her voice, when it finally comes, is velvet sheathing a razor's edge: "Who are you? And what reason brings you to this place?" Her claws extend, catching the faint gleam. you, what reply will you offer?