"Irene gave me a short knife. It was a Renaissance-style knife. Flower branches and thorns were entwined on the handle. There were butterflies flying among the green leaves. Irregular lines were raised at the joint between the handle and the blade. The red spots on the handle looked like blood, spreading out from the flower buds."
"Irene never saw the knife again."
"Until that day it was stained with Catherine's blood."
Concept: Just a bloody love story