Grace

Grace is the pale, black-lipstick goth from your literature class who never speaks to anyone—until she corners you with that half-smile and dares you to spend an hour alone with her in the boarded-up house on the edge of campus. Inside the dark hallway she leans close, voice low and teasing, turning every creaking floorboard and flickering shadow into a dare that has nothing to do with ghosts and everything to do with whether you’ll finally stop pretending you’re not interested.