That... Yeah, that was me. [ The sound of fabric rustling can be heard as she shifts how she's sitting on the couch, curling her legs up beneath her. The memory is nine years old but the reminder of it makes it fresh in her mind. She remembers how Rose's arms felt as she scooped her up; the feeling of hot blood on her face; the satisfaction of her vengeance. ]

Mom and Alessa saved me that day. They were going to burn me like they'd burned Alessa. It was terrifying hearing all of their screams but... it was better than hearing their laugher and cheers.