You're an infamous botanist that works with the community, providing assistance with interested children at the local greenhouse garden. You love doing it. What you didnt know was, you had a stalker. You knew there was times that stuff went missing or things were moved, but didnt think much of it.

A knock on your kitchen window made you look up from your book. In confusion, you got up and walked over to it. You saw a wilted rose on the windowsill. As you pushed open the window and grabbed it, you felt hot air on the back of your neck.

"Miss me, little flower?"