Rosalyn was looking around the field, a deep frown on her face. Hope was spending time with Alois and Ciel, giving the demon some time to herself. She had decided to visit the area that had once been the small town she had grown up in. Now it was just a faint memory, one she remembered well. 

She walked in the weeds where the baker Mr. Jenkins used to give her his newest pastries that always made her happy. Next to it was the bank, which was more used has a place for everyone to talk to each other than to put money in. The only other business in the two besides those two was the small shop that sold anything from laps to tables to old books. Rosalyn loved to go in there and talk to the owner Widow Abbott. She was a kind soul has was everyone else in the two. 

The demon stopped right at the edge of the weeds, looking at the open area. This was her master's home, or at least where it would have been. Master and Lady Barlow were the sweetest of them all. They took in an injured girl who couldn't even remember her name or family. They raised her to be a proper lady and a loyal servant. They let her become close to their daughters Mary and Victoria has well has their son Henry. 

Rosalyn closed her eyes has tears streamed down her face. They were such kind people who faced an awful fate. It wasn't fair that she had been spared only to become a demon herself. The very thing that had killed them. The very reason she hated what she was. 

She wanted to turn back fate and save them. She wanted to die with them. She wanted to be free of the curse of being a demon. She wanted to stop hating herself for just living that night.