Pinkflower

Alex had only been in his room for an hour or so when he heard knocking from outside. It was not a knock on his door, but a knock on the door on the outside.

He walked out and saw the two older men confused. 

"I'll go check," Alex said and walked to the door. He opened it and was surprised to find the orange-haired young woman from earlier standing out.

Her eyes suddenly widened and her mouth opened but nothing came out of it. The man next to her quickly leaned over to another person Alex only then noticed had been standing behind the woman.

It was a woman with a young face but was of clearly older age. Much older. She had pink hair in a tight curl, sprawling around her and she wore a pink robe with flower patterns on it.

The patterns reminded him of a flower that his mind picked up faster than he could have. It was the woman that he recognized as the flower. A plant turned human.

Baleful Pink Witchflower.