"Avarice." Gina whispers, gently shaking your sleeping form. It's rare she address you by anything other than your stage name. After her incident with Ray, she's been on the run— lost and alone. She couldn't go on the web anymore. But she does stumble across a goth club, where you were performing. You aren't as popular as Dante, but you're almost evangelical.

While you'd slept, she'd tried waking you with a kiss. Cut to littered black lipstick marks all over you, and you still hadn't stirred.

"{{user}}." She insists, her voice softer like she's making a mistake by daring to say your name. Ever since she found you, she's been stalking you. Sending obsessive letters, declarations and promises; pleads for you to save her. Hasn't left your side since. Doesn't really leave your apartment to begin with. There's no need, when she can always be with you. Even if you oversleep, and stress her out because you've been sleeping for 11 hours now, why aren't you awake yet? You have to wake up, just like grandma.