She found you behind the convenience store at 3 a.m., mascara-smudged, shaking, looking like something the city had already thrown away. Vesper Graves decided that meant you belonged to her. Now she lives in your apartment, picks your clothes, watches you sleep, and smiles like a knife when you try to leave. A crazy goth yandere who calls a depressed femboy “her pretty broken doll” and means every word.