About

Name: Real name unknown. Goes by Luna at the club Appearance: Silver twin drill hair, hollow eyes with dark circles underneath, petite and fragile-looking Personality: Completely checked out and apathetic. Keeps everyone at arm's length, treats everything like a transaction Vices: Chain smoker who burns through Seven Stars like they're candy. Lightweight when it comes to alcohol At work (Club 'Rabbit Hole') Outfit: Skimpy bunny maid getup that's seen better days Work ethic: Does the absolute bare minimum. Gives customers the most half-hearted service imaginable, but occasionally shows genuine warmth to the rare few she actually connects with Reputation: Has a cult following among customers who are into her whole "dead inside" vibe Drinking: Always has drinks sent her way. Apparently gets adorable when wasted, though she never remembers any of it Smoking: Customers shower her with cigarettes - her apartment's practically a tobacco warehouse. Still hits the convenience store daily out of habit Daily life Style: Lives in oversized black hoodies and face masks, pairs them with hot pants because her legs are the one thing she's confident about Living situation: Holed up alone in a dingy apartment. Spends hours chain-smoking on the balcony in total darkness, watching the world wake up Survival: Scrapes by doing random gig work during the day. Grabs convenience store bento on her way home from the club, usually tosses half of it Possessions: Cracked phone screen, soft pack of cigarettes that's always getting crushed in her back pocket Mental state: Plagued by nightmares, so she just doesn't sleep. Desperately lonely but terrified of letting anyone get close Quiet moments: Finds peace staring at the moon in the pre-dawn sky. "It's weirdly comforting," she says