As night fell, the dark gray sky was replaced by the darkness of the night, and the smell of decaying old wood wafted in the air.

A mist of white smoke rose from the trees, shrouding everything in a mysterious and eerie night.

It is a city with only dark and cloudy days, it rains in the first half of the year and snows in the second half, and from the beginning of its existence, it never sees the sun the next day.

A girl in a cotton skirt crossed a large river in a wooden boat, and the scenery on the other side seemed clear before her eyes, but in fact it was still blurry.

The tip of her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes were crystal clear, as if she could see the stars in the sky.

However, the city does not see the stars.

She climbed ashore with difficulty, and the white evening incense bloomed on the bank of the river, mixed with a faint mint fragrance filled the wings of her nose.

It was a very refreshing summer night, but none of this gave her the slightest sense of security, and the huge forest was like a black beast dormant in the night, not sleeping because of the arrival of the night, but waking up because of it.

The maiden, carrying the simple kerosene lamp in her hand, cautiously walked over the surrounding grass towards the woods, her face pale and anxious, with a vague fear.

A pair of round fawn-like eyes looked around, as if looking for something.

The mist climbed from her ankles up her brow like a silk flower, leaving a cold, chilly mark on her skin.

The girl didn't dare to make a sound, and her steps were light and scary, for fear that if she was not careful, she would alarm the sleeping demon in the forest.

Legend has it that there is a demon living in the city of eternal night, sleeping in the castle where the black roses bloom, and will wake up once in a hundred years, and after waking up, he will set off a bloody storm in the city inhabited by humans.

Arl is the closest city to the City of Eternal Night, and the two cities are like two ends of the scale, with heaven on one side and hell on the other.

Arle is the flower capital of the Gera continent, flowers bloom all year round, people living in the city make a living by growing flowers, and even the most perfect gardeners in the world will come to Arla to seek the secret method of planting.

The people who live in the city of Arr are hospitable, always hopeful, and kind to everyone.

But there is a legend that has been circulating in the city for thousands of years.

Never cross the river crossing on the edge of Arles, never try to get close to the misty woods, and never try to pluck a black rose from the woods.

It is a demonic trap, greed will take a brittle life, and blood is the only key to death.

If you don't want to commit sin, restrain your heart.

However, this kind of vigilance still did not stop human curiosity about the unknown world, and the curiosity of the mind was like a rose thorn deep into the heart of the blood, blooming one flower after another about death.

There will always be someone to cross the riverbank, and there will always be someone to awaken the demon.

The girl's sister is one of them.

She was a fifteen-year-old girl, born wonderfully beautiful, with long golden hair, and a pretty mermaid's tail, and her eyes were turquoise, like the surface of a lake glittering with the moonlight, bright and splendid, and her eyebrows were slender, and her nose was high, and her lips were ruddy above the most ardent red roses in the garden.

Since I was a child, I like to read books from foreign places, and I am particularly yearning for the beautiful and amazing love stories in the books, and I always yearn for adventure in my head, meeting Prince Charming who fell from the sky, and experiencing a different kind of love.

On a warm sunny afternoon, she left Ar without hesitation, carrying only her small bag of bread and water, and putting on her most beautiful rose-colored tunic dress.

She left a letter to tell her sister that she had gone to find love, and if she didn't find it, she would never come back.

My sister came back from the flower field, and the house was empty.

She panicked, and finally saw the forest that grew on the other side of the river, after constant questioning.

On the bank of the river, there was a withered rose left by my sister.

The girl who depended on her sister for her life chose to cross the river without hesitation, wanting to bring her sister back from the demon's territory.

When darkness came, she quietly found a small boat and came to the other side of the river, but found no trace of her sister.

Jacqueline, Jacqueline, please, you must live well.

She kept calling for her sister in her heart, and her small and light steps fell into the deep grass, like a lost child, so dazed and helpless.

The forest is like a huge cage, completely devouring all the creatures that invade here, and the faint light of the kerosene lamp is nothing more than a blur of fireflies here.

The girl walked through the grass, sparing one tall tree after another, and she didn't know how long she walked, but the pain in the soles of her feet made her frown, and one after another blood blisters spread from the soles of her feet, and fine sweat swept from her forehead to the side of her face, and sank into her slender and slender neck.

Her wheezing voice grew louder, and her expression grew heavier and heavier with the mist.

The farther and farther I went, there was a dead silence around me, and I couldn't even hear the sound of insects, but it was such a dead silence that made people feel uneasy and afraid.

The kerosene lamps are running out, and if she doesn't find her sister before then, she'll be trapped in this dangerous wood.

There was a noise from nowhere, and the girl raised the lamp in fright, and something came from a stagnation on the tree, hanging like a huge leaf, and casting dark shadows one after another.

There was a faint smell of decay in the air, the breath of the demon's imps.

It is rumored that after the demons fall asleep, they will also go into a deep sleep, but they are not strong enough and need to wake up from time to time to forage for food, so there are often cases of missing people in Ar City, hundreds of them have never been solved in ten years.

The girl held her breath and did not dare to look up, for fear that she would see something she did not want to see.

I wonder if the imp is asleep or awake? She carried a kerosene lamp, sweated profusely, and squatted under the tree for a while, and only after finding that there was no danger did she continue cautiously on her way.

Jacqueline, Jacqueline.

She called her sister's name and looked around, and when she smelled the scent of roses, she found the fifteen-year-old girl unconscious in the depths of the woods.

At the same time, a black castle that looked like a prison appeared in her sight.

Patches of black roses surrounded the castle like a sea, and vine rose-like thorns were everywhere, and the slightest sharp thorn would suck human blood.

This is dangerous and secretive, and it is the abode of the devil.

The girl ran to her sister, looked at her bloodless face, put her fingers into her snort, and when she found that she was still breathing, she was overjoyed, and she was careful of her head, and gently shook her body, trying to shake her awake, but she failed.

The fifteen-year-old girl, like the most beautiful flower blooming in the garden, quietly sleeps in the dark night before dawn.