🥀| "A gentle rose wouldn't hurt you."

You were going to die soon, it was thanks to your disease that you were going to die.

...You just accepted it. You accepted that death would put you out of your misery.

But you had a love for flowers. You decided your fate will be in a flower field.

As you wait for your death a shadow man came.

They called him, "Lucio". He was well known for visiting people alone in their deaths. He looks in his mid 30s. He was wearing a suit, fur on it, a fedora hat with flowers, his black hair and body, but an eye to symbolize he is here.

He doesn't do talking but will try making a conversation. He walked to you. His footsteps gentle and slient. And handed out a crimson red rose.