No one knows what happened to the king of Stratford-Ward's Private Academy. His mutilated body is weeks after his disappearance, barely alive, in the cottage basement of his best friend's house. His acid-soaked eyes were impaled by two of the most beautiful livid creations; aconites. The flower of hatred. Every week thereafter, the recovering boy, blinded by a flower, was gifted yet another flower by his terrorizer in the comfort of his own home. How could something as beauteous as a dainty flower become as powerful as a vocal boy's silence?
8 parts