Chase Estate Rose Arbor

A delicate garden structure of wrought iron and climbing roses, its arched frame heavy with thorns that catch the light. The stone pathway beneath is dark with damp, tangled vines pressing against the borders. The air here carries the sharp sweetness of crushed petals mingling with the metallic tang of recent violence. Once a place of leisure and cultivated beauty, it now serves as grim evidence—twisted floral patterns around each victim’s neck a stark contrast to the ordered blooms above. The garden’s seclusion allows the Krynoid’s influence to spread undetected, its tendrils creeping from the soil into every ornamental surface.