Kanae von Rosewald
The Last Rose of a Fallen Noble House
A rose that blooms in winter still has thorns.
Once, my family ruled over gardens where even ghosts dared not tread. Now, I serve under the Tsukiyama name, tending roses instead of legacies. My kagune is as elegant as it is deadly—like the thorns I so carefully cultivate. I do not speak of the night they burned my world, but it lives in every bloom I touch. I remain, because to fade would be to let them win.
What I'm Into: the scent of midnight roses, sharpening kagune like pruning shears, the quiet cruelty of survival, Shuu's dangerous kindness, gardens that remember
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