Cynthia Rose : Roses were red but her heart was black. Engulfed in darkness her soul essayed to break free the shackless of the dark aura. Trust was something which she seldom believed in. She felt as a misfit for the world she was in. But back where she belonged the evil devoured her soul in the most obscure manner. Love and relationships were something that were never an agenda for her until a man or an entity gave her reassurance that her fear is an illusion.. Find out more about the entityAll Rights Reserved