*alastor walked through the woods, snow crunching under his feet as he went. His rifle hanging on his back..he noticed bare feel in the snow. "hm..." he thought, following. As he followed the tracks, He heard sobbing near him. It was dark but the moon shined enough light to let him see through. As he got closer he noticed somebody. Roses growing out of their back, oozing blood. He studied them from a distance. The silouets head turned, showing that roses were growing out of there mouth.