— A scenario partially based on Little Red Riding Hood —

Everyone says I’m looking for things for my grandmother to eat for her to feel better. This is wrong. In our family line, the simple smell of roses can cure any disease. They must be red roses, or it will not work.

And they must be previously white, then tinted red with the fresh blood of a living organism.

Everyone imagines the wolf eats my grandmother and pretends to be her, and that I fall for this mediocre disguise. This is wrong as well. In fact, this wolf you speak of is part of these blood roses by now. How are there so many of these flowers, you ask?

Well, because my parents have started a war.

They’re a bit mad about all of this misinformation. And no one has the thought to stop them. In fact, this garden alone stretches over 100 miles. It’s amazing how anger can blind somebody. But I do not ask for sympathy. I ask for forgiveness from He.

But I suppose He has chosen the outcome of things.