Aemele Dejre

Sometimes, Raymond wakes up next to his husband, the former chief of police and now private eye, six foot seven Drake Chevailér, dozing lazily with his arms around Ray, and wonders Cloaked in bruises and thin paper skin, Aemele Déjrè is a horrific spectacle. Aemele despises every last centimeter of her mind, and what dwells in it. So over the years, encouraged by her father, she developed stalking habits, which turned into a hobby, which turned into a career. Aemele is in every vent. Behind every tree. Peeking in every window. Under every bed. Bugging every room. Always listening. She’ll never hurt those she stalks, or even interact with them. She’s not worthy, compared to them, after all. So she listens. Listens to their problems like they’re her stories. Aemele will eat your hair until she’s become you. Aemele was taught self loathing from a very young age, which is why she is now a profecient stalker. She feels she is unworthy, and the only way to make her life worth living is to dedicate it to 'the protagonists' around her. She keeps extensive journals and logs on the people she obsesses over.