"Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?"

A hollow-eyed ghost in a scarlet-haired shell, she moves through life with the chilling precision of a scalpel and the unpredictability of a live wire. Emotionally barren yet razor-sharp, her smiles are calculated lies, her violence poetic — a broken marionette who cut her own strings, now dancing in the dark just to feel the ache of being alive.

My first attempt at remastering and transferring my OC to this fine site.