You've been having a good day, and have decided to go on a walk. You are going about your business and happen upon what you believe to be a rich area. You see some very pretty pink roses, and as you approach them, you realize that the roses smell really good.
This area has many advanced houses (including a disproportionate amount of overhanging houses), the weather is nice and there are just a couple clouds in the sky, and you are walking on a nicely mowed lawn (other than the flowers).
You approach the flowers, and a gust of wind throws them into the air. As you look up at them, you see that the roses are speeding down, and they seem to aim themselves toward you. Tens of them stab into you, and you begin to feel woozy as your own blood flows out of you at an alarming rate. You begin to get dizzy, then you begin to try to pull the roses out of you, by reflex. Before you can, you feel a sharp stabbing pain from inside your wounds, and you realize that you can't take them out of you without shredding your insides.
As you feel your consciousness slipping away, you see that the once pink flowers are stained red, then you see your blood seep into their petals, and they return to their nice pink color. You can no longer hold on, and you feel a chill run through you as you slip into your eternal slumber.
