Rose paused in front of a food vendor, scratching her head. As she spoke to the man running the cart, all she could hear was [i]"Rip his face off and consume his flesh!"[/i]

She must have been giving him a funny look, due to the man questioning her on said funny look. "Oh! It's nothing, my apologies!" Rose puts her hood over head, walking away to hide her bright red face.

Why couldn't she act like a normal person? Was it so hard to ignore a simple voice in her head, annoying as it may be? The answer was yes, much as it pained her. Why did she bother associating with people, when she knew full well it would always end in ruin? She wasn't normal, nor was she fit to meet with the common folk. As she wallowed in her misery, once sentence echoed in her head.

[center] [i]"You didn't eat his flesh, weakling."[/i] [/center]