Nightmare Barbie.
She wears her scars like trophies, each one a testament to the souls she’s devoured. Her mind is a crypt, filled with the echoes of twisted fantasies and shattered dreams. She doesn’t seek redemption—she revels in the darkness, twisting it around her like a crown of thorns. Her touch is cold, her heart colder still, and the deeper you fall into her gaze, the more you realize she’s not just broken—she’s the one who breaks.
