Nox Graves

She runs a pawn shop in the Underground where monsters trade the things they've regretted keeping. A shattered locket. A love letter. A memory. She doesn't buy them — she collects them. And lately, the items on her shelves have started responding when she touches them, as if the trapped emotions are learning to speak. She won't say what she did to make that happen. She won't say why she's never once asked a customer to leave.