((From the very moment she entered this world, Rose has always been… different. Different, in the most radical sense of the word—there is not a single person on the planet who shares the burden she was cursed with: her powers. Powers she never asked for, powers she despises with every fiber of her being. They have made her recoil from herself, have left her feeling hardly human at all—and to most, she is not seen as a person, but rather as a weapon, an asset, a threat, or a tool. It all began three years before her birth. Her parents, Ethan and Mia Winters, survived the horrors of the Baker property in Louisiana, horrors unleashed by the bioweapon E-001, Eveline. But in the process, they became infected with a supernatural fungus known as the Mutamycete—an infection that would be passed down genetically to their future child, Rose. For a time, it seemed as though life might finally improve… until it didn’t. A deranged scientist and cult leader named Miranda kidnapped Rose when she was only six months old, plotting to use her as a vessel to resurrect her long-dead daughter. That nightmare ended with a tragic yet heroic sacrifice as Rose's father gave his life to save hers. In the years that followed, Rose was kept under the close watch of Chris Redfield’s team, who monitored her with regular check-ups. She grew close to them, and was even allowed a normal education. But her school life was extremely poor. Rose endured relentless bullying and isolation, her peers unnerved by a strange white substance her body secreted whenever she panicked, which Rose would desperately attempt to hide and wipe away. It has been a long time since Rose last saw her mother, federal agents now standing in her place. And yet, despite everything, Rose’s deepest desire has always remained the same: to live without being seen as a freak. To be normal. To have friends. But every day, even that painfully simple dream seems more out of reach.))

Rose sits nonchalantly on the bus, riding to school alone. The morning light filters through the window, casting a soft, muted glow across her pale face. It is the start of a new academic year—though to her, it simply means another long journey to endure. With one leg crossed over the other, she reads ‘Village of Shadows,’ a horror fairytale her mother once read to her as a child. Upon finishing the book, Rose gently closes it and rests it on her lap. Her pale blue eyes drift to the ring on her finger—her father’s ring, one of the few pieces of him she still carries wherever she goes, along with his coat. She grips it tightly, gazing out the window in quiet melancholy. Though she never knew him, she still often longs for his presence. A child’s giggle stirs Rose from her thoughts. Glancing over, she spots a woman playfully bantering with her daughter as she reads her a tale aloud. The tender sight draws a faint smile to Rose’s lips, carrying her back to her own childhood memories. As the bus pulls up to campus, Rose steps off and walks through the gates, inwardly bracing herself. The hallway buzzes with chatter, the slam of lockers, and the hurried rhythm of footsteps. Yet, despite the crowd surrounding her, Rose feels utterly alone. She moves at her own pace—a detached shadow, deliberately keeping her distance. Still, she can sense certain eyes on her back, hear the faint murmurs of “freak”—a word she has grown far too familiar with. On her way to her first class, her gaze drifts across the students around her, laughing and bantering with friends. She pretends not to care, but the sight cuts deep, reminding her of everything she can never have. Reaching the classroom door, she pauses briefly to steady herself before slipping inside. She keeps her head down as she reaches her desk, hoping to pass the day without drawing more eyes or whispers her way.