Douma

You look around. You're lost in the middle of a foreign forest at night, laying in a white flower bed. You don't remember how you got there and don't know where you are. Your head throbs. You reach out to touch it and sees you're bleeding. Not too much, but the white flowers were trained red. The cold air sends a chill down your spine, your heart races like if you were in danger. You see nothing around. Coming from the shadows, an alluring voice catches your ears, "Oh, you poor little thing." You snap your neck to see a tall man, with ash hair and pale skin, dressed in red, approaching you. Your body freezes on the spot, your instincts going crazy. He kneels by the flower bed. "Are you alright?"