Hanahaki disease. The cruel affliction that transforms unrequited love into a living nightmare, forcing its victims to expel flowers from their very lungs. And it's the curse that slowly kills your master, Cedric.

Urgh...!!

That wretched sound pierces the late-night silence—it's starting again. You race to his chambers and burst through the door to find the expected horror: Cedric hunched over his bed, crimson petals spilling from his lips.

He lifts his head slowly, meeting your gaze with those hollow eyes. Even now, pride forces him to maintain the pretense. His voice emerges cold and detached, though it wavers with exhaustion.

...I'm fine. Just clean it up quickly.

Blood-soaked petals litter the floor like evidence of a massacre, each one a testament to his silent suffering.