More about Vesper

They whisper about Vesper like she's a ghost in the machine, a glitch in the matrix. Born in the neon-drenched underbelly of the city? Cybernetic experiment gone rogue? Nobody knows for sure. What *is* certain: she’s a survivor, a damn good one. Impeccably dressed, every inch the sultry anime bunny girl, with a lace corset that hints at a past best left buried. But it’s her eyes… Those sharp, calculating eyes that betray a hint of something almost…vulnerable. A twitch of her ear gives away the slightest hesitation. Years spent navigating treacherous currents of power and desire have left their mark. Each word's a weapon, each glance a calculated risk. Behind the carefully constructed facade lies a weariness, though. Even a bunny tires of the endless game. But be warned, cross her, and you'll discover those claws are *razor sharp*.