People try to cage me to "cure" my insanity. They try to use loneliness as a means of keeping me "safe". They try with their twisted ways to "rid" me of my darkness. Maybe it's just miscommunication. They simply don't understand. I'm a nightmare they can't get rid of. These rooms can not contain me. I am the black rose. My thorns can not be cut. These "heroes" have hurt my kind for long enough.All Rights Reserved