Rosie had just woken up from.a nightmare. One about her 7th birthday.

The room was full of SCP Foundation staff. The cake was definitely store-bought,but,Rosie decided to eat the slice she was given anyways. After she was done eating,two guards grabbed her by the wings she screamed as she was dragged off. They got out their combat knives abs started trying to cut her wings off. She screamed in agony. A gunshot cut over the screams. The two guards fell dead to the floor. Dr.Clef took Rosie's limp form into his grip,and ran off to the infirmary. God,the 05's were gonna kill him. He thought. Worth it. He smirked as he thought to himself.

Rosie looked into the mirror,tears in her eyes. That when she truly learned how to be violent.
"You were only 7..." She muttered to herself,as she desperately tried to stop herself from crying. She eventually stopped,but that didn't mean she didn't feel the sadness or the pain still. She got into bed without saying a word,then fell into a dreamless sleep.