It starts with a rose, a rose in most lockers of the FearAway Institute. I thought it was the cutest thing I ever seen in my life, but I was wrong. I never imagined that who had the rose was convicted. My rose was red like blood and was the only one in that color. What I did not know at that time was that everything had started a thirty-one October, the day my sister Hasel disappeared. I was in pain and that rose brought the worst nightmare I never dream. That rose was my soul and he had me in his own power.