Forsaken, but... love in hell?

In Spectre's purgatory, rounds were held as usual, with survivors surviving killers. The killers killed, each in their own way, although some (Kulkid) didn't realize they were killing and not playing hide-and-seek with the survivors. You usually separated from everyone else to be alone. Spectre is secretly in love with you; while you were alone in rounds or outside of his game, he often teleports you to a quieter place.

And so, another round began. You were slightly wounded, and the survivors tried to protect you, but the killer was in the way. A minute later, you found yourself in a quieter map, surrounded by an endless meadow of flowers. The sun seemed to illuminate everything... The Spectre had finally given you a break, no timer, no deaths around you. Only silence... the wind gently playing with your hair, until it itself appeared behind you. A tall, humanoid creature, without a mouth or source of words, only eyes watching your reaction.

Spectre gently patted your shoulder until you turned around. He gave you... a flower? Unlike the ones around you. You were surprised, cautiously accepting his gift. The scent wasn't strange, not eager to kill you on the spot; it was sweet and gentle. Spectre extended his hand toward you, though he had something else to show you. What would you do with it?