ROSE its petals and thorns

The tongue's sharp sound pierced through the flesh, sending shivers down the spine. The sound of blood trickling and screaming out, spreading and staining everything crimson. The rain came pouring down, thundering and splashing, blending with the pungent smell of blood. It was 2am in the city of Fensico.

The sound of water dripping steadily on the hallway floor echoed throughout the wide and ominous corridor. It felt like the air was saturated with the fresh scent of blood. On both sides of the hallway were rows of guards wearing black vests and dark glasses, bowing their heads in respect. A middle-aged man, tall and authoritative, walked in with slow, firm steps, followed by a young girl of about 14 or 15 years old. Her long hair was wet and dripping, and her white dress was clinging to her soaked body. She shivered from the cold, her innocent eyes downcast, and her small feet gently stepping forward.

The man led the girl into a grand living room, decorated no less opulently than that of a king's palace. Although the lights were bright, the atmosphere was still cold and terrifying. The girl was afraid to look around and stood still, her face lowered.

On three armchairs sat three young men, the three sons of Harrison Cooper, the notorious leader of the "White Fangs" mafia gang, one of the most powerful gangs in the Western world.

"Did you call us here at this hour to cause trouble, Dad?" The eldest son tossed a magazine called "Beauty" onto the floor, stood up and stretched, speaking in a bored tone.

The third son placed his book on the chair and stood up, bowing his head in greeting. "Is the 'Scarface Jack' operation tonight successful, Dad?"

"You are still my favorite, Ethan! Both of you, take a seat. I have something to discuss."

Harrison Cooper glanced at the chair near the curtain, where his second son was sleeping with his head resting on it, listening to his MP3 player with a calm and indifferent demeanor.

"Dad! Where did that little girl come from?"

"Wyatt!" Harrison sternly replied.

"Okay, okay! Just tell me quickly."

Wyatt turned away with a slightly annoyed expression, while his younger brother tilted his head and stared intently at the little girl standing next to their father.

"I'll be very busy for a while. I'm going to Macau to handle the shipment through the port... so until I come back... don't cause any trouble... Today, after we finished the 'Scarface Jack' case, I met this girl at the warehouse. She was probably abandoned. What did I say before?"

"If someone who is abandoned cannot take care of themselves, the best way to help is to kill them," Wyatt replied.

"Alright... but this time, I have a different idea..."