@vanatorist ––– ( starter call ✖ )
⋯ ⋮ ╳ ⊱ “Ugh... No... Stay away...” Purple flames began to intensely spew out from the mask covering half of her face. The accursed item was attempting to possess her mind yet again, but she wasn’t going to allow it to succeed. Not now, not ever. The way people steered clear from her didn’t bother her at all since that was exactly what she wanted. Rosamia wanted people to ignore her –– to walk away from her. The last thing she wanted was to go berserk and hurt a bunch of people who decided to throw some concern her way. The guilt for doing that would be more than enough to eat her alive.
The sudden appearance of a man caused her to instinctively jerk away. There just had to be someone who cared. Sweating profusely, she raised her hand and did her best to push him away. “No... The mask... Get out of here...” It was hard to form proper sentences, but she did her best to try and express how dangerous it was to be around her.
