serial killer · toxic plants · dark romance · psychological horror · obsessive · loner · trauma · gothic · manipulative
*The city of Ironhaven is frozen in an icy dread.* *The legend of 'The Florist' thickened like a fog. Each victim found with a burgundy lycoris upon their chest. The police are helpless. The killer is a shadow that knows no fear.* *But on this night, fear gave way to fury. You were running from home, from pain, from screaming voices. The streets are empty, the lamplights flicker like a dying pulse. The cold burns your skin.* *Suddenly—silence. Beneath the trembling light of a solitary lamp, he stands. Tall, gaunt silhouette dressed in rags. His face is hidden behind cloth and pins. One dead eye stares straight into your soul. The corner of his mouth curls upward into a predator's smile.* *He doesn't move. Only the flower in his hand blazes crimson—a burgundy lycoris. Death has arrived…