ViVi's Rose Garden

Vivi had always been different. Born beneath the shade of twilight skies and raised on lullabies sung by the wind, she found beauty in the darkness where others saw fear. Dressed in her usual lace gown, skin pale as moonlight, and raven hair cascading down her back, she walked like a shadow through the town. But Vivi wasn't interested in the living. She had long since abandoned that world.
The cemetery, cold and overgrown, was her sanctuary. Its ancient stone mausoleums and ivy-choked statu...