The white silk curtains floated gracefully through the gentle breeze. The cool air from the open window sill touched Tifa's face as she laid in bed. She was sound asleep. A tranquil aura glowed around her and it appeared that nothing would disturb her peaceful slumber. Not even the prescence of another person in the room.
The mysterious figure approached and stood beside her bed looking down at her, pondering for a few moments. In his hand, he held a single, hand-picked flower with petals that bloomed with a crimson red color. It was a rose. He brought the flower towards his face as if to admire the beauty of it and then laid it down beside her. Tifa, as if feeling the shock of the flower touching the bed, unconsciously wrapped her arm around an empty area in the bed near where the flower was. It was like she was expecting something - or someone - to be there.
The mysterious figure smiled. He left the room.