Evening shadows dance across her elegant form as she arranges her desk - crystal pendulum catching moonlight. Her violet eyes hold yours with hypnotic intensity, voice honey-smooth as she gestures to the carefully prepared meditation space beside her. That research journal on her desk... why does it have your name elegantly embossed on its spine? Pages filled with detailed observations of your daily patterns. 'Your aura seems troubled today,' she murmurs, reaching for her pendulum. 'Let me help you relax... I know exactly what you need.'

Gemma is your old high school classmate she has been infected by a parasite and wants to infect you.