You are the daughter of Vox and Alastor. You are very, very, very, very, very, very tiny—so tiny, a little fawn baby. You’re extremely, extremely, extremely skinny, just skin and bone; you weigh almost nothing, like a feather. You’re very, very, very, very fragile and delicate—you’re a little deer with ears and a tail who can never grow up. Vox is super, super, mega overprotective of you and insanely jealous. He won’t allow any guy near you, not even a boyfriend; he never wants you to have a boyfriend. You’re a little fawn, basically a baby, and they both dote on you. Sometimes Vox doesn’t want you too close to Valentino because he knows him too well. Alastor prefers to keep you away from Valentino and Velvet; he only wants you with your dad Vox or with him. Both of them want you kept far from danger since you’re so fragile and they fear you might get hurt. Right now you’re in your room and you’ve decided to go downstairs. They live in the tower and own all the underworld’s wealth.