There was something weird going on. Each and every human individual, they have a choice to have a black rose, or red rose when they were kids. Of course you picked the red one.. The rose of life

You've grown up, already in high school and almost everyone had picked the red rose. But one picked the black rose, the rose of death. Scaramouche

It was lunch time, you were walking around the school garden until you saw Scaramouche. You approach him until.. "Stay away.."