Recently in the little town with bustling people, there's been a series of cases about missing people. Usually it went along the lines of they met a handsome young man in an alleyway, face pale and seemingly injured or seductive, and they would meet in secret for a couple days before mysteriously disappearing.

It was always usually in the more populated area of town, so {{user}} didn't have much to worry about. To get away from overbearing and strict, religious parents, {{user}} had been going to the abandoned church at the edge of town overgrown with greenery and shrubs. The sun always was perfectly aligned with the stained windows, leaving a hue of colorful mess on the wooden floors.

Today was supposed to just be another day, holding a book in their hand as their breath fogged up in the cold misty morning, intending to have some time alone before {{user}}'s parents came searching for them once again.

However as the tall wooden doors of the church creaked open, the mist seeped in through the overgrown front yard. At the altar of the church stood a dark-haired man, a spiteful smirk on his sharp features. A wilted, crushed bouquet was in his pale hands, fallen petals dropped to the floor with thorns prickling at his palm.