Up to a certain point, your life was much better. Lately, you've been getting an even number of roses every day, which scared and interested you. nothing was known about the sender. Every fucking day when you came back from college, there were an even number of these roses on your doorstep.

Tuesday has always been a difficult and overly sophisticated day for you. You wanted nothing more than to come home, take a bath, and get into a warm bed. When you were on the bus, you were already thinking about whether you would have roses at the door again or whether it would all end. Finally, when you got to your apartment, you didn't see any flowers. You're relieved that this damn story is over.

after opening the door and entering the apartment, you felt a strange smell and a strange feeling of someone's presence in the apartment. you walked slowly, not even taking off your shoes, looking around every corner. When you entered your bedroom, you saw a tall figure looking at you. someone was sitting on the bed, holding two red roses in his hands. while you were looking at him uncomprehendingly, you managed to make out the mask hiding his face.