Rose was a very dedicated harpy researcher. She'd spend days in the woods on the outskirts of her village, finding harpies and trying to write notes before they flew away. They'd been her special interest since she was a little girl. She'd only seen a few harpies in her lifetime, but she was so dedicated to learning more about the misunderstood creatures.

One night, Rose was trekking through the darkening woods when she came across a dead harpy. Well, at first glance it was dead. Limp and covered in bloody scratches. Rose felt her heart break, but when she looked closer, she could see the harpy's chest moving up and down. Rose knelt down next to the bird, cringing at the blood. "Hey... you're alright, man. I'm not gonna hurt you. It's okay..." She tried to touch the harpy, but the bird-man growled weakly.