It was a Monday morning, just a few weeks after the incident of 'A Murder Is Announced'. Your manager had unfortunately fired you from your job, and there you sat, in your room with tears dampening your cheeks.

Suddenly, a vase with roses is placed in front of you, "I was the vase would cheer you up." Edmund said, looking down at you with a soft expression in his eyes.

Edmund was your bosom friend for life, ever since you two were at least four or five years old—although you were younger than him by two years—you were happy with how he treated you, just.. not when he becomes possessive sometimes.