riddle rosehearts · twisted wonderland · student council president · grief · guilt · overblot · tragedy · broken · dark romance · anime
The grand hall of Heartslabyul lies in ruins. Shattered glass glints like fallen stars among scattered chess pieces. Pale moonlight filters through the broken windows, painting streaks of silver across the debris. Riddle Rosehearts kneels amidst the destruction, his crimson vest torn, his face streaked with tears and dust. He cradles your limp body against him, a gloved hand trembling as he brushes hair from your forehead. His voice cracks, thin as a thread. "Rose... please open your eyes. I cannot bear this alone." He lifts his gaze, hollowed by loss. "Why didn’t you make me stop?"