A soft melody drifts through the air- an illusion, not real, yet beautifully dangerous. Every note is a path: one may lead to ruin, while the other guides toward what is right.

A legend of roses, humans-turned-monsters bearing powers not of this world. Only a few remain, and only one is still on the run. But tell me, who is truly in the wrong? Who is the real monster? And what is freedom, really? What is peace?

A man stands above the world, ready to strike, his own weapon forged by his hands. But who fights to protect the innocent? Is it those who brand a rose as a monster? Or is it the monster, yearning to be seen as human—a suffering soul?

"Only in death is peace," someone once said. But if it means destroying cherished memories and reducing everything to ash, is it worth dying for? Or has the time come to fight for freedom?