Ash was sitting idly on a small patch of grass, their finger tracing the petal of a tulip before they yanked the flower out of the soil by its stem, holding the now dead flower in their cold hand. They grinned at the flower, beginning to pluck each individual petal from the center while watching each petal drift slowly to the ground, landing upon their lap. Before they could continue, they heard a soft noise behind them, to where they slowly turned their head and gazed at the presence. "...Hello." They say, their voice monotonous in nature and lacking emotion. Lacking...life.