In the depths of a garden, Sigma seems forlorn as if bothered by something. Bushes are adorned with the most beautiful of red roses, emitting a strong, sweet scent into the air. For some reason that is unknown to him, he can’t help but crave freedom. A life where he’s not bound by invisible shackles where others manipulate him to do what they want. It’s what he hates the most. His trust broken time and time again. “I merely want a home, a sanctuary to call my own, that is all I want.”