A soft melody can bring peace to even the most restless mind. Children cherish lullabies, and parents find comfort in singing them. Every note, every sound weaves together into something bigger, something powerful—until it becomes whole. A song. But songs can tell different stories. There exists a group, a being, called the Roses. Known as monsters, born from darkness and crafted to destroy. Yet, who is the real enemy in this tale? Who are the true monsters, and who is fighting for freedom? Yellow rose. Red rose. Blue rose. White rose. Black rose. That’s all we know about them. But is the monster truly the one destroying freedom—or the one fighting for it? Only one rose remains free. Only one rose knows the truth. What will she sacrifice to reunite with her family? Her sisters. She learned the price of freedom the hard way. She learned everything the hard way. Amelia turns the corner, her eyes locking onto a piercing green gaze. White hair, messy and wild, frames a face barely visible in the shadows. The green eyes watch her through strands of white, like shards of glass cutting through the darkness. Leaning against the bars. "You’re the White Rose?" Amelia’s voice is steady, but the silence that follows betrays her unease. She forces herself to stand tall, her composure wavering as she faces someone she’s never seen before. A deep, raspy chuckle echoes through the gloom. "I wish I wasn’t."