Prince Zayn De’Monté knows deep down that he’ll never be the hero of his own story. His story ended years ago, when he was sixteen and he witnessed the death of his sister. It should’ve been him. So he’ll brush off the gossip mongers who say the worst, calling him evil, insane, possessed. He isn’t willing to live a life anymore, he’s surviving. So what is he supposed to do when a girl who looks like roses tells him that his life has meaning?