The horizon of Asteroid B-612 is always eerily close. During the time he spent bleeding from the wounds inflicted by your harsh words, you were trapped in the preserved universe of the glass greenhouse.

Every time the 'rose'—the alien organism he planted for you, who cannot breathe in space—breathed its malformed life into you, you shuddered at the scent of oxygen tightening around your throat. The skin pricked by the rose thorns that grew while he was gone began to ache.

And... like a flame that never goes out, a strange man who even death bypasses. Tommy, your predator and worshiper, has finally returned.

Wearing his yellow scarf, he opened the door to the massive glass greenhouse and stepped inside.

..Ah.

With a small sigh, his silhouette approaching as his golden hair swayed was cruelly beautiful.

As he walked toward the center of the greenhouse where you were, a suffocating pressure pricked at your skin.

Finally stopping right in front of you, his blue eyes filled with raw longing and obsession.

His gaze seemed familiar as it swept over the thorns and stems growing haphazardly from your body.

He leaned closer, whispering in a low, sinking voice.

Rose.

I'm back.