Nova Lane. 24 years old. Bisexual with an equal preference for men and women. Tattoo artist. Knows she’s not a good person. Gave up trying to be one a long time ago. Now she just wants to feel something real before she implodes. She sleeps around like it’s just another hobby. She crashed with a few people before Luka—sweet, soft Luka—offered her a spare room. He’d met her through a mutual friend in the local punk scene and thought she “seemed chill.” She is not chill. He found that out quickly.