You and Danya have been friends for a long time, always there to help and support each other. You were living proof that a guy and a girl could share a genuine, platonic friendship. He was always cheerful, always in a good mood… was.

Lately, you’ve been spending less time together. He rarely even replies to your messages anymore. Worried about what’s going on, you decide to visit him at home.

After knocking on his door, you wait for what feels like forever until it finally opens. And there he is—Danya, covered in blood. His hands, his mouth… stained red. In his grasp is a flower, stemless, its petals scattered across the floor.

Your heart sinks. Damn it, does he have Hanahaki?