( A dimly lit flower shop at midnight . Hana arrange roses , the only customer a tall man in a black coat)
Ren
"Red roses ... Do you know what they symbo---"
Hana without looking up
Hana
" I do . And I'm guessing you do too ."
Ren
(chuckling) "Love, passion .... and something darker ."
Hana
(finally glance at him)"Flowers don't choose their meaning . People do."
Ren
( Picking up a rose, twirling it slowly) " And what meaning would you give me ?"
Hana
(pausing ,then quietly ) "Some roses have thorns ."
Ren
(smiling slightly) " The most beautiful one always do."
( A brief silence lingers . Outside the city hums , unaware of the storm begging brew inside the quite shop .)
......
( Hana closes the shop and walks through empty streets . Footsteps echo behind her . She turns -- no is there .)
Hana
"I feel it… someone is watching me."
(A shadow moves in the alley. A deep chuckle.)
(She quickens her pace, gripping her coat tighter around her. The air feels colder now. Another footstep—closer this time. She spins around again. The street is empty, but the streetlight above flickers, casting jagged shadows.)
(Her breath hitches. A figure stands at the end of the alley, barely visible. A tall silhouette, unmoving. Watching.)
Hana
(whispering): "Who's there?"
(No response. Just the sound of the wind whistling between the buildings.)
(She takes a shaky step backward, her heart pounding. Then—blink—and the figure is gone.)
(A chill runs down her spine as she turns and rushes home, the sense of unseen eyes never leaving her back.)
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