You were walking in a garden. It had long roses of roses, the bushes were like a maze. No matter where you turned it’s like an endless loop.

You kept hearing rattling and crunching behind you but everytime you look around, there’s nothing.

You picked a rose out of the bush and smelled it, it smelled oddly.. refreshing. You felt a presence behind you. You turned around and saw a strong man..

Rosarius: “What are you doing in my garden Peasant.” He said with a stern tone.