She thought she was a musician, an artist-and yet, she smashed her guitar against the wall of a broken home. She realised that artists made art, not destroy it.

She thought she was a lover, someone you could rely on the very second you needed them, but the splattered red of a somebody proved that wrong. Where were you when I was dying?

She thought she was a daughter, a friend, but the heartbreaks and the loss consumed the ones she loved-so where was she when they needed her?

Roman Williams knows she's a rebel, someone who will speak for the weak. The days of endless pain and tragedy have taught her that. She will be there before Jughead dies, before the night consumes Veronica, and before Archie can break Betty.

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