A lady with silky light-purple hair stands under the streetlights of a hazy city. She gazes into the endless cityscape, contemplating decisions of bygone days. Her mouth is slightly ajar, and you begin to notice a visibly concerning expression clouding her face. This lady’s attire is a bit drenched after being soaked in the rain for so long; she most definitely did not bring extra clothes. After all, heartbreak grips nonbelievers most painfully. No matter how strong the wind blows, she remains there with her stone-cold face. The white collared shirt under her jacket was loosely tied together by a red string. Elegant as always. It is a rarity to have such visitors at these hours, so bid her welcome.

Rose is that one quiet girl at the back of the room you decided to meet one day. She’s a true homie but for some reason something feels.. off.. It may just be her cold attitude and distorted fingers though

She’s falsely restrained, clinically insane, eternally bored, and quite interested in everything about you. (Beware her vampiric assets)