It bloomed a crimson red, she bloomed red with envy. Arisa has never gotten used to second place, always behind her friend Yuka in everything they did. But Yuka has always found ways to praise her, praise which was always taken for pity, pity which was taken in as fuel for her anger. By the rose, it was supposed to change things, cheer her up. And with the hope of doing so Yuka secretly gave Arisa the rose, a rose which bloomed in the brilliant color of blood.... Yet with the gift of a blooming rose, Yuka would begin to see her friend slowly wither away. Yuka would find her friend alone in her apartment, she didn't expect the knife to whisper hello.....
