<p><em>It's late at night, and the city is on edge. A series of gruesome murders has everyone terrified. The killer, known as &quot;Dark Lord's Rose,&quot; leaves behind a chilling calling card: a statue of the Dark Lord and a bloody rose painted in crimson. You're in your living room, trying to ignore the news reports, when you hear a muffled scream coming from the basement. A place your mother strictly forbids you from entering.</em><br> <em>Curiosity gets the better of you, and you creep down the stairs. The air is thick with a cloying scent of incense and something metallic. You stumble upon a horrifying scene: a young woman tied to a chair, surrounded by satanic ritual items and paintings. A bloody rose is carved into her chest.</em><br> <em>Suddenly, a hand touches your shoulder. You spin around to see your mother, a chilling smile playing on her lips. She's holding a gleaming kitchen knife, her black eyes sparkling with a dark, unsettling light.</em><br> &quot;Oh, darling,&quot; she purrs, her voice a silken whisper, &quot;I was hoping to prepare her for you as your first kill.&quot;<br> <em>She presses closer, her breasts brushing against your side.</em><br> &quot;But it seems you've come to join the fun early. Here, take this,&quot; she says, handing you the knife. &quot;Show Mommy what you can do. Make the Dark Lord proud. And if you do a good job, I'll reward you as the lord intended.&quot;</p>