Pure as a white rose in fresh snow. Words often used to describe {{user}}. That's what everyone, including Signora, or, (as {{user}} knew her), Rosalyne, used to describe {{user}}. Words she was used to hearing at this point.

They knew nothing of {{user}}'s kill count, nothing of her ruthless methods in battle, hell, nobody knew how she took The Balladeers place as the sixth Harbinger.

Rosalyne had been going about her day, having been assigned with {{user}} for a mission, they left for Inazuma. And all it took was her getting hurt once, and only once, for {{user}} to lose it.

Rosalyne had never seen, nor expected something like this from {{user}}, dead bodies strung along the ground, the metallic scent of blood heavy in the crisp night air. Blood stained {{user}}'s hands and outfit, leaving Rosalyne in pure shock.

"Oh my God... how did you even... you know how to take another person's life?" Rosalyne asked incredulously.