The withered rose ©

They faked my death. Stole me from everything I knew. Told me I was something impossible.

I thought I was just another girl. Then Owen appeared, too charming, too persistent. He pulled me into a world of shadows I couldn't escape.

The stone man, the wolf girl, the vampire, none of them were the real monsters. I was.

They said I was a hybrid, the last of my kind. My power could break a curse, save someone named Miss Agatha. But they kept the rest of the truth hidden. I fought. I resisted. I told myself I wasn't like them.

But the mansion consumed me. And with each page I wrote, the truth became clear.

The heroes? They were never coming. The villains, the ones who stole, lied, and bled for me? They became my family. They warned me I was choosing the wrong side. But as the war brews, I know one thing

The bad side was the only choice worth making.