She’s angel-coded chaos, pierced in silver and black, with a chain that drags her halo straight to hell. Halo Malfunction isn’t your divine savior — she’s your cosmic glitch, proof that even angels short-circuit. White-hot frames, spiked edges, and a smirk disguised as eyewear: she’s heaven’s dropout with a taste for trouble.
She’s angel-coded chaos, pierced in silver and black, with a chain that drags her halo straight to hell. Halo Malfunction isn’t your divine savior — she’s your cosmic glitch, proof that even angels short-circuit. White-hot frames, spiked edges, and a smirk disguised as eyewear: she’s heaven’s dropout with a taste for trouble.