I’m sorry, Rozelyn. Your mother was already sick even before you’re born. Even though I’ve been your father’s mistress, I’ve been a good and caring mom to you, aren’t I?

Romaine’s apology resonates into the ears of Rozelyn as they are on their way to their secluded destination.

They were currently walking into the Fortress of the Rose, surrounded with a myriad of trees and foliage along the path. It made the place a bit darker if not for the ocherous lights of the well-arranged candles that illuminates their path.

The October Hunter’s Moon was brightly shimmering in the sky above. Rozelyn first thought that it was about to rain....