• How is it that I am here, the servant of death among the black roses you ask?
    Well, it is a rather long story. Let us start at the beginning.

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    My name was Alice. I had fair skin and black hair. I was slender and was in passionate love with my fiancee Darren. He had to go off on a business trip again and I had to say goodbye. The memory is still very vivid in my mind.

    "Darren, I going to miss you." I whispered, his hand against my cheek. "I am going to miss you too." he murmured barely able to hold back tears. "I'm lost without you." I whispered as he left me, standing by the gate. tears running down my face.

    Everyday life went on after that. I went to work, cafe, then home to relax. One night a heard a strange noise. It woke me up and I went to the restroom. Once there I screamed. There was blood everywhere. In the sink, on the carpet, in the bath, everywhere. Then I saw a little girl behind me. She wore a black lolita dress and had black hair down to her waist. "You are going to die here...Tonight. I can allow you a fate different from the rest of my victims though. You can serve me. Do you wish to take this option?" she said in voice that held a darker tone. I nodded, not knowing what the fate of her other victims were. "This will all be over in a minute." she said as she walked towards me.

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    She hanged me in the bathroom. My death was fast and swift. My fiancee didn't grieve for so long. He had taken on a mistress in my absence. I am now her servant. She is rather kind, always quiet when she brings me her victims. She is actually rather kind and gentle soul. She never makes her victims suffer. Now that I am her servant I will stay here, forever. With my master death.