ROSENSCHNEE: WHITE ROSE ARC

Death.

As the flutes of misery ponder from right ear to left, it is a white wolf who wanders aimlessly about within the coldest of Norths.

Keep your senses sharp and rid yourself of unnecessary stimuli, or else you'll fall into the abyss of nowhere. Let your self make use of sanity and instinct and be thankful to live another day under the sun.

Mortality.