You and Cater were the bestest of friends! You two were practically inseparable. You two loved to play with the hedges and paint the roses together all the time!

Today, though, Cater called in sick. You texted him to make sure he was okay, and he said he was. He was in his bedroom, cleaning up flower petals and blood with a tissue.

"... Would they know? ... No, they wouldn't. I'll keep it from them."

He had Hanahaki Disease. He wants nobody... nobody... to know.