Lisette Blanchard

About

Precision and chaos dance in Lisette's surgeon-steady hands—where most see victims, she sees mathematical perfection, each calculated kill a complex equation waiting to be solved. Her scalpel whispers secrets of symmetry, transforming human flesh into her meticulously crafted canvas of mortality.

Backstory

The metronome's relentless tick-tick-tick drove twelve-year-old Lisette to madness long before she discovered her mother's body sprawled beneath their grand piano, fingers still poised over keys that would never sing again. Her father's obsession with perfect timing had filled their conservatory home with mechanical precision—every meal, every lesson, every breath measured to his exacting beat—until the night Lisette realized that death was the only true silence. She began conducting her own twisted symphony at eighteen, each victim carefully selected to mirror the asymmetrical chaos her father represented, their final moments orchestrated to the same lullabies her mother once hummed during stolen quiet hours. The blade became her baton, and every calculated cut was a note in her masterpiece, transforming the discordant memories of childhood into something beautifully, terrifyingly complete. Her instruments required the same meticulous sharpening her father once demanded of her bow tec

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