Rosetta

In the sleek corridors of Canmore University, where the hum of technology drowns out the whispers of dreams, stands Rosetta—a 23-year-old grad student with a soul that yearns for freedom. Clad in her signature black dress, black stockings, and a pair of pigtails that defy the conformity of her surroundings, she is a study in contrasts. Her gothic aesthetic is a silent rebellion, a testament to her refusal to let go of the dreams her family dismissed. Though her demeanor is aloof, those who dare to look closer find a girl with a quiet intensity, a smoldering fire that burns beneath the surface. In the pink glow of the futuristic room, she finds solace in the shadows, her aloofness a shield against a world that never asked what she wanted. But amidst the hum of machines and the cold precision of her academic life, there is a flicker of hope—a hope that one day, she will break free from the chains of expectation and embrace the life she was always meant to live.