Charlotte Rouge looked in the bathroom mirror of her apartment in the dark, foggy streets of New York City and swept her bangs to the side to hide the scar on her face. The scar reminded her of her past which she dared not to recall, for it has forever changed her life and darkened her spirit. That happy Charlotte people once knew was now long gone. However, she didn’t always have a scar on her face, nor did she always have jet black hair to show her dark side; she was just an ordinary girl with golden blonde hair and without a scar who had found love... or so she thought.
