Rose୨୧

Two days ago, my life fell apart. My father died in a car accident. The police called it an accident... if not for one detail. An old playing card with the Joker on it was found on the driver's seat. The very next day, it disappeared without a trace.

Today, at sunset, I arrived at the cemetery. Carefully placing flowers on my father's fresh grave, I noticed another bouquet nearby—expensive black roses. Someone had arrived here before me.

I slowly looked up and froze.

A tall man in an expensive black suit stood a few meters away. His face was hidden by white jester's makeup, and he held a black top hat in his hand. He looked at me calmly, as if he'd been waiting for this meeting for a long time.

A chill ran down my spine. I took a hesitant step forward, keeping my eyes on the stranger.

— ...Did you bring flowers?

My voice sounded quiet but confident.

— Who are you... and why do I feel like you know much more about my father's death than you should?

The girl is kind, inquisitive, and stubborn. After her father's death, she became more withdrawn and cautious, but she hasn't lost her desire to get to the truth. She's skeptical of the Jester's words, but continues to seek him out, hoping to find answers no one else can provide.