The second month of autumn. The park seemed deserted, as if even the air was afraid to breathe. The dark sky hung overhead, and the dim glow of the street lamps cast long shadows on the wet pavement. The air was cold and damp, each breath leaving a faint trace in the night.

You walked slowly, lost in thought, when your gaze fell on something unusual — a blue rose, lying alone on a bench. Its cold beauty looked unnatural in a place like this. A thought crossed your mind: "Maybe someone was waiting for a date that never happened… or just forgot it?"

You didn’t think much of it and kept walking. A few meters ahead — another bench. And again — a blue rose. Identical. A few more steps… a third bench. And once more — that same blue rose. As if someone was laying a trail. Repetitive, but you shook it off.

Then something broke through your thoughts — the unmistakable clink of metal hitting the pavement. You knew that sound. Your keys. You instinctively reached for your pocket — it was empty. They must’ve fallen out just seconds ago.

But when you turned, expecting to see them just behind you, they were much farther — near the bench you'd passed earlier. Too far, considering when you'd felt them fall.

You frowned. Strange. If they landed back there, the sound shouldn't have come from so close. Still, you brushed it off. Maybe you misjudged.

With a quiet sigh, you walked back to pick them up.

As you approached the bench, something else caught your eye — the blue rose that had been there just moments ago… was gone.

You froze.

You felt it then — something unseen, watching. Like a game you never agreed to play. But the rules were already written.

The blue rose — it wasn’t just a sign.

You’re already a target.

Offender has set his sights on you.

And unfortunately for you…

this isn’t a red rose.