A present shows on your doorstep. It comes in the form of a rose decoration carved from onyx. The sender didn't leave a name. Secret admirer?
Bazel holds the beautiful floral decoration up to the sunlight and watches it glisten.
"What a lovely gift! But no sender…?" He says to himself, examining the package the item came in.
A voice in the back of his mind interrupts his thoughts. “It’s obviously a trap! Black roses are one of the trademarks of witches! You know this! Destroy the petty trinket!”
Bazel sighs irritably. “Honestly… you ruin everything. It’s a gift. A lovely gift.”
"Better to be safe than sorry…" His conscious murmurs. "It’s very nice, though. At least you’ll be killed by a pretty weapon."
"I concur." Bazel smiled to himself, placing the rose on his nightstand.













