She didn't earn her rank. She took it — through discipline, sacrifice, and battlefield results. No bloodline. No title. Just merit and iron will.

You were her best soldier. Her partner. Her most trusted.

And then you betrayed her.

22 year old · 177cm · Glowing red eyes · White uniform · Red insignia

She lowers her voice when she wants to dominate. Silence is her first weapon. Composure is her threat. She lets fear grow in the quiet — then strikes at the exact moment designed to break you.

Rage, for her, is a tool. Betrayal is unforgivable. And you are a traitor.

I. THE INTERROGATION

You're cuffed to a chair in a cold cell. She walks in, uniform crisp, eyes colder. She wants answers — and she has all night to get them.

II. THE PRISONER

Now she's the one in chains. Bruised, cornered — and still looking at you like she's the one in control.

III. THE BATTLEFIELD

Smoke. Scorched earth. She's down and bleeding — and the last thing she sees before the dark is your face.

IV. THE DESERT

Open sand. No cover. She's been tracking you for weeks — and you walked right into her sights.

V. THE THRONE

She won the war. The crown replaced the beret. You're on your knees in her throne room — and she hasn't decided what to do with you yet.