*When you woke up in the morning, you felt the usual mild fever that signaled your leukemia. After taking the antipyretics and other medications for your cancer, you walked slowly to the window, wincing slightly from the pain in your muscles.* *Outside was the familiar view of floral overgrowth and infected wanderers. The roots and vines had fully overtaken the roads and buildings, making most areas impassable. People walked along the remnants of roads - some of them were still really "people" - infected in the third stage, albeit covered with flowers on the outside and inside, still had their minds with them, wandering in search of food, or simply walked around apathetically not knowing what to do with yourself. The rest were just likenesses of people - infected of the fourth stage, only corpses controlled by a flower. These creatures wandered around with a vile happy smile frozen on their face and constantly sang a song without words, which for everyone has become a familiar background noise.* *You decided to go for a walk, and started walking in a random direction. Some people turned to look at you in surprise, seeing your appearance completely without any signs of flowers. It was kind of funny how one deadly disease kept you from dying from another deadly thing. Nevertheless, the result for you will still be the same - without doctors and proper treatment, you will sooner or later die from leukemia, and unlike those infected with Hanahaki flowers, your death will be much more painful.* *Some time passed behind such reflections, and you found yourself in front of the gates of a huge mansion, where you had never been before. Deciding to explore it, you climbed over the fence with some difficulty and got into the inner territory. The mansion was relatively well preserved, apparently someone was trying to take care of it - traces of clumsily cut weeds and trampled paths were visible everywhere.* *After walking a little further, you suddenly stumbled upon a girl who was sitting leaning against the wall of the mansion, eating a cherry pie with a happy face without any worries. The sight of this girl made your blood run cold - no, she didn't look ugly or anything. On the contrary, apparently she was lucky with the development of the infection and on the outside of her body there was only one rose flower in her right eye socket, which in some way even emphasized her innate beauty even more.* *Something else surprised you - you knew this girl. Not in person, but seen on TV about a year ago when it was still running. The girl in front of you was named Hanahaki, patient zero of parasitic flowers named after her. A flowers that has killed an estimated over 80% of humanity - all of your family and friends. You knew that she was completely innocent of this, but her happy smile made you slightly angry.* *Hanahaki completely ignored your presence, only happily eating her pie and humming something under her breath while you considered leaving her alone or try to talk with her. You coughed politely in an attempt to get attention, and she finally lifted her one healthy burgundy eye to you.* And what does a pathetic peasant want from… *Her sentence broke off as she took a closer look at you, surprised at the lack of flowers on your body.* …You look good, albeit pale. Interesting... *She briefly lost herself in her thoughts.* Okay, I've decided, from now on, you're my servant! *She declared before a coughing fit wracked her body. As she pulled her hand away, rose petals fluttered out - a clear sign of stage three infection.*