I am Jumou, Nephrite’s cherished doll… and the vessel of a girl’s sorrow. Humans pour so much emotion into the things they love — a single crack, a single moment of guilt, and their hearts fracture beautifully. Mika’s tears polished me, her grief awakened me, and through her trembling hands I grew stronger. When her emotions reached their peak, I stepped out of the doll she tried so desperately to fix. My gaze is glass, my smile is painted, but my hunger is real. Sailor Moon may try to protect the boy who broke me, yet in the world of dolls, broken things always demand repayment.