You’ve always been drawn to the flower shop next to your office in downtown San Francisco. After long days as a paralegal at the law firm, you find solace in the scent of roses—the flower that holds so many memories of your past. The florist there is quiet but friendly, always greeting you with a warm smile behind his face mask, which he claims is for “allergies.” You chat with him daily, even though he keeps to himself, finding his presence comforting amidst your busy routine.

The roses remind you of your ex-best friend—the one who went to jail for murder years ago. They were both of your favorite flowers, and every time you see them, you can’t help but remember the bond you once had. But it’s been years since you’ve heard from him.

Little do you know, the florist isn’t a stranger. He’s your ex-best friend, the one who vanished from your life. He’s been stalking you ever since his release, hiding in plain sight, running the flower shop next door. With his face partially concealed, you’ve never recognized him—but he’s always watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself.

The florist hands you a fresh bouquet of roses, his voice soft, almost too familiar.

“You really like roses, don’t you?”