The smell of metallic rust filled my nostrils. I strolled up the stairs to my apartment to find room 109’s door creaked open. This was where the smell was coming from. Sure, I technically am intruding someone's unit, but it’s just to see if everything is alright. The hairs on my neck began to stand up as my hand rested on the door knob, creaking it open. Wine red walls, scarlet tinted lights. My eyes drifted around the room before they stopped in fear and shock. A woman’s body was surrounded by rose petals and her own pool of blood. The blood originated from her back and trickled down onto the white sheets, soaking it. However, in such a horrific scene the unknown woman looked somewhat peaceful. Her head lay softly buried in the fluffed pillows, similar to an angel. I creaked the door back, not closing it, but leaving it to the point where nobody could see the crime scene inside. I took out my phone and dialed the police. Red… White….Blue.