My Model (BL)
She grabbed her mother’s old journal, flipped through.
Then stopped.
"Only the blood daughter will awaken the prophecy. When fire blooms in the garden, the dead will rise."
She inhaled sharply.
Fire.
Garden.
She bolted out of the room.
Rose Garden – 1:11 AM
The flames danced like serpents, devouring the rows of blood-red roses.
By the time Yuri, Sang-woo, and Devin arrived, half the garden was already blackened.
A single metal stake stuck out from the center, glowing from the heat.