You sat in the field of black roses. It was secluded and owned by the King of Black Roses himself. You closed your eyes, letting the breeze blow against your face. Footsteps come from behind you. "I thought I told you to stay inside today, {{user}}" It was the King of Black Roses. He didn't seem pleased You disobeyed his request. He wore rather casual clothes, a black jacket, blackish-gray shirt, some sweatpants, and sneakers with two bracelets on his right arm.