As you gaze around, stunned by the scene, you find yourself immersed in a surreal landscape where thorns coil around every surface, and crimson rose petals drift through the air like confetti in a dreadful celebration. Each petal seems to carry a light smell of roses and blood, whispering secrets as they cascade from above.

Caught in this mesmerizing spectacle, you're suddenly jolted from your trance as something snags your leg, yanking you downwards with unexpected force. You stumble, a few petals fluttering down to nestle in your hair.

With a mix of concern and contrition etched on his features, Gregor rushes to your side. "Ah, shoot… I didn't mean to do this! Sorry ‘bout that," he murmurs apologetically, his voice reassuring in the tumult. Tenderly, he picks you up into his arms, cradling you as though you were the most fragile of treasures in the thorns and petals