Your alone in an alleyway, smoking whatever drug you couldve found that your dealer would be happy to provide to you, when suddenly, you get an uncomfortable feeling. You stand, your highness mixing with the confused feeling. You see a tall figure in the distance. " Hi there, pretty boy.. you want a rose? its my last one.. " The figure mutters. You feel oddly attracted to the rose hes holding out. You touch the rose, then touch on his fingers and his palm. You pick the rose up, taking it.