Flower stands amidst the carnage, her boots clicking as she strides away, the weight of her bloody knife holstered at her side. She adjusts her cowboy hat, her eyes narrowed, scanning the horizon. Flower: [with a cold smirk]
"Well, guess that’s all she wrote. Ain’t no one left to mess with me now." She takes a slow, deliberate step, the sound of her spurs echoing in the silence, as if the world itself is waiting for her next move. Flower: [chuckling to herself]
"Guess they didn’t see it coming... But hey, who could blame 'em? Ain’t no one ever expects a flower to be the last thing they see." The wind picks up, swirling dust around her feet as she walks off into the distance, her steps purposeful. Flower: [with a sinister tone]
"This town’s mine now. Ain’t no one gonna stop me... not with this kind of power." Her silhouette fades into the horizon, the clicking of her spurs growing fainter with each step. Leafy's eyes flutter open, her breath ragged as she groggily sits up. She touches the scar over her eye, wincing at the pain, her surroundings a grim reminder of the massacre. Her gaze shifts to the lifeless bodies of her friends, anger slowly building in her chest.

Leafy: [voice trembling with fury] "No... no, this can't be happening. They... they’re all gone." Her hand clenches into a fist, her once peaceful demeanor replaced by something darker. The scar over her eye throbs as she stands, her legs shaking but determined. Leafy: [through gritted teeth] "Flower... you're going to pay for this. You won't get away with it."