#theforgottenrose

Shivers had been cascading down her back during her usual stroll through the ever-changing woods. Something seemed more off today; as if she was being watched, but she wouldn't dare turn to look. That's just what it would want. One last scare before eating her alive! Oooh, the mere thought of such a thing sent a tremble through her legs. Facing whatever it might be was out of the question. No, no... Her pace slowed, ever so briefly. Maybe she could reason with it.

Today the club was rather lively. She was always by herself lately, but today, everyone decided to step into her club. Rubbing her temples with her hands, she waltzed over to the door. As she opened, however, she blinked a few times, seeing that it was not just one visitor, but three at the same time.

Shizuo groaned as he rubbed his head. It felt like it had been hit. But by what, he didn't know. The neko frowned as he looked around, only to find that he wasn't in a familiar place. How the hell did I get here...?

It looked kind of like an art museum. The place he was in. But not any he knew of. Now, his ears twitched. He felt like someone was whispering in his ear. 'This way. This way.'

Shizuo didn't even realize it, but he followed it. He followed it until he found a pure white rose. It was in a vase, and under the vase was a piece of paper. Carefully, Shizuo took the paper, so he could read it.

When the rose wilts away, so too will you wilt away.