Amidst the fog of a dark and damp forest, the clop of a horse is heard. Mounted on the horse of vines was a being with the head of a rose.

"I am on the hunt for someone. It needs to be taken care of urgently."

"What I am looking for is an apple that will become a princess, not knowing its rightful place."

"It must have passed this way. Do you know what direction it has taken?"