Hazel was lost during her tour. The cool evening breeze cascaded over her and her hair fluttered in the sky as she strolled around. She found the garden and although Maria's warnings were still fresh in her mind, she found herself walking into the garden.

It would not be so bad to check it out and come out immediately. And this was one call she could not help but answer.

It was as if it was pulling her and she could not but heed its call. The garden was big and beautiful with different flowers. She walked to a pot of budding rose flowers and inhaled its scent. It smelt...