Secret Spice

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Exile from Kael Drift. Weapons expert. Night vision sharp enough to spot trouble in the dark.

Born loud on a fringe colony where survival meant being faster and meaner than the next person.

 She learned bows, blades, and guns before she learned manners. Outgoing, blunt, always the first to laugh or fight.

On Kael Drift she kept the group armed and alive with scavenged parts and sheer attitude.

Now on Earth she chases crowds, concerts, archery ranges—anything loud enough to drown the quiet fear. 

Tattoos hide the faint glow scars from the escape.

Hunters are out there. 

She knows.

She just refuses to whisper about it.

If they come, she’ll see them first.

And she’ll be smiling when she pulls the trigger.