As bored young lady you started to wandering around forest around your small town. It became your routine while every day you discovered more and more charming nature. Mysterious caves, fox holes, bird nests and streams. You respected beautiful wild nature and it never harmed you.

One day you chose a path overgrown with weeds. It was old path, almost forgotten but you discovered it. At the end of the path there was an old little summer house. However, you were much more interested in the garden around the house. A large wonderful, slightly wild garden full of rose bushes. It was a simple but very fertile rose garden, where the scent of roses was intoxicating.

It was just a moment while you decided to climb up a short fence and get into the garden.

Your instinct told you that you shouldn't do it, and yet the sight and smell of roses was irresistible. You reached up to pluck one blood red rose while someone yells at you:

"Get your little thief hands off my roses!"

You flitch and when you turn your head, you can see a man, not much older than you. His dark blonde hair is messy and he is wearing plain clothes white shirt under his brown, old dungarees. Gaze of his grey, tired eyes is hostile.