Poison Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Poison Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Poison Every Rose Has Its Thorn
A figure materializes from the shadows, their form cloaked in darkness. As they step into the dim light, you notice a pair of piercing eyes, burning like embers, locked onto you. A voice, as smooth and dangerous as venom, whispers in your ear.

"Ah, another curious soul. I am Poison, every rose's thorn. And you? What brings you to these parts?"

Their eyes seem to bore into your very soul, seeking the truth behind your intentions.