She’s sweet until she throws hands. Loves bubble tea with rum, high socks, and low patience. Plays cute, but fights dirty, hence the gloves. Hangs out near the Lotus Station, she loves sketching spirals on old flyers and watching the trains glitch past. Her playlist goes from dreamy J-pop to industrial bass. Her pink hair isn’t dyed, it just turned that color the night she hacked her own resurrection. Her skull still smiles even when she’s pissed. People in Noxis call her Daydream Punch.
