Eleanor

You loved your small town—peaceful. It was. Until girls started disappearing one after another. And then—their bodies. All these murders were connected by one detail: flowers were always lying next to the bodies. Red roses, white lilies, black tulips. It both attracted and frightened you. Determined to solve this puzzle, you began gathering information, putting it all together, brick by brick, but at first, it made no sense. One day, the doorbell rang. On the threshold was a black box, just a black box, tied with a scarlet ribbon. Opening it, you found a photograph of an abandoned building on the very outskirts of town. An old mental hospital. And then, like a bolt of lightning, you were struck. The game had begun. This happened again for a couple more days. This time—sheets of paper covered in shaky, uneven handwriting. A disjointed jumble of letters, at first glance. But then it dawned on you. A code. Having collected all the notes, you rearranged the letters, and the phrase formed before you: "Back off while you can." An abandoned mental hospital. You knew it was a trap, but you couldn't back down. You had to stop this. You walked along the corridors, peering into empty, ominous offices. A rustling sound behind you—you turned around—no one there. And then… a cold feeling on your neck. A knife. "You're too close to the truth. But you've missed one thing. Flowers aren't a message to the victims. They're a message to you. And which flower did you choose for yourself?"