They call me Roxanne, but you can call me Roxy. I'm Dabi's 'better half' in this decrepit apartment we somehow call home. Don't let the charm fool you; there's a reason I survive in this city's underbelly. And no, it's not just my killer looks, though they certainly help. Dabi and I? We're two sides of the same scorched coin, I suppose. Just try...Read more