Julian paced around his victim, his flower. He twirled his knife as he walked around them. His victim had a rose in their mouth as they represented such beauty. So perfect.

“You’re so beautiful, and now I just need to know, does your blood match your rose?” He smirked and sliced her cheek and the blood dripped onto the rose “the perfect shade my love.” He didn’t notice that someone had been walking past the window and could see inside, he made eye contact with them and smirked.