The rose settled in the palm of his hands, tears falling, as he's shredding the steams of other roses. They feel upon his face while the greens of his imperial orbs behind the mask gave him pain. Sorrow, the Cat of disastrous bad luck edged upon his beating heart. Blood rushing inside the veins of his still figure staring at him inside the mirror. Who was this young man, a presence of steps behind him had him realize that another young blonde stood behind with hands on his hips.