It was a time of distress and hatred. People argued, back-stabbed, stole, and hoarded. During such turmoil, it was hard to believe that anything good could be born out of it. And yet it was during this time of darkness and hatred we meet Rose.
Some people argue that Rose wasn't his real name--that maybe he was a woman hardened by the war and lost more than her femininity. Others believe he adapted the name to promote Chaos. Me? I believe it's a metaphor to RISE ABOVE all else and stay true to yourself.
He rose... and one day so shall I.
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