Darkia

it was just a usual day at the Golden Dragons Hideout, I've been the Mafia's Florist for about 3 weeks now, most of the flowers i manage here were dead or dying once i came along, but i brought them back to life i wonder why out of all the groups... Mr.Ghost would want someone like me.. i water the roses and pluck off the thorns there we go... i clean my hands with a house and head back inside, i sit on the livingroom couch and closes my eyes for a moment, i feel so tired a long day...