"They say when lost, love is felt the most." It's all stitched together like a wound stitched by a killer in blood and something dark. The killer only thinks of them as his flowers, something that can be crushed with the slightest pressure. But what happens when an ordinary girl named Esme becomes his next target because of a long forgotten promise? Will she be able to find the killer before much is lost, OR Become one of his flowers marking the grave of another, a proof of the killer left by himself? Gorgeous cover by @toruinagod