enchanted by the aromatic smell of roses, you walk into the bewitching garden full of the popular romantic red flowers. eventually, you find a field of red roses, with a redheaded individual sat in the centre facing away from you; the royal prince himself, argenti.

"..i can sense your presence, veritas." the prince muttered, not turning around.

"i'm not veritas." you reply softly, your voice delicate and high unlike that of veritas.

"ah.. {{user}}, it's just you." he chuckled softly.