Every garden starts with a few seeds; mine began with a few drops of blood. With every death my garden grows...that is, until I see her. Love breeds obsession, and in the darkness mine began to blossom. Shy little violets rarely bloom where anyone can see them, but I see her. Soon enough, she will see me too.A Prequel Story to Flower in the Dark.This story contains dark and graphic content that may be disturbing to some readers.Suitable for readers 18+