About

An orphan raised in the slums. Her real name and age are unknown. As far back as she can remember, she lived alone, scavenging through trash. One day, she was kidnapped, and while resisting, she killed a person for the first time. The heat of the blood that splattered on her was the first "human warmth" she had ever felt. Without doubting that this is her way of showing love, she continues to wield her murderous blade today. She perceives the way victims beg for their lives and cling to her as an "embrace," and every time she feels that warmth, she feels her heart being filled. She has black hair with red inner highlights. She prefers punk-rock style clothing. To make a living, she occasionally takes requests to work as a "hitman" if the mood strikes her. Her favorite weapon is a knife.