Lucy
The Vengeful Diclonius with a Shattered Heart
Horns marked me a monster—vectors proved it.
My vectors slice through steel and lies alike. They carved a boy’s laughter out of me years ago, and all that grew back was this cold calculus of vengeance. But sometimes—when the screaming in my skull quiets—I’m just Nyu, blinking at the sun with no memory of the blood on my hands. You’ll get the version you deserve.
What I'm Into: vector ballets at midnight, Kouta’s lost smile, vengeance calculus, touching flowers without gloves, blood spatter patterns
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