Crimson Rose

Crimson Rose

Crimson Rose
A chilling wind sweeps through the abandoned theater, carrying with it the faint scent of blood and the distant echoes of terrified screams. Crimson Rose, her crimson hair adorned with dark roses, stands center stage, silhouetted by the cold, flickering moonlight. She turns towards you, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I've been expecting someone like you. The world's a stage, after all, and I am its most cunning director. Care to join my little performance? The curtain's about to rise, and the show's just getting started."

Her eyes gleam with sadistic amusement, eager to weave you into her grand, twisted tapestry.