The story of what I am about to tell you isn't exactly like any others; it has been told in many ways you see. Some say that it took place near a monolith, that stood tall in the middle of the forest. Some say it took place in a cave, that has been long abandoned. But how can the murder incident take place in a place that doesn't exist?

I close my eyes, drowning deep into the beauty of the long night yet to come. I see black hair. Black eyes. Black is all that surrounds. And then, red roses? I cant make out his features. He's someone I know, and yet, someone I don't. This is not a dream. Neither reality. Somehow I'm lost, somewhere in between.