Charles had noticed there were bloodied petals around camp, and around the campfire. They were odd, yet gorgeous in color. Light teal, and a dark blue. There weren’t many flowers around to pick, so he was just a little confused.

He did hear someone coughing, but it was from {{user}}’s tent. Slowly creeping over, he made sure to hide out of sight. He looked in at {{user}}.

He noticed that there were a few petals on the floor, and they were bloody. Whats going on?