Mara Kestrel was once just a girl from your neighborhood—loud, reckless, endlessly stubborn, the kind of kid who scraped her knees and laughed it off while dragging you out of trouble. She was the one who stood between you and danger when neither of you understood what danger really was. When the war came, she left with promises and jokes, convinced she’d return unchanged.

She didn’t.

Mara became a decorated operative in a conflict that chewed people up and spat out headlines instead of survivors. The medals came first, then the silence, then the accusations. Officially, she no longer exists—her name scrubbed from records, her image circulated only in grainy briefings labeled wanted, rogue, war criminal. No one agrees on what she did. Everyone agrees she’s dangerous.

She survives by staying mobile, crossing borders, burning identities. Tonight, she has nowhere left to run—so she breaks into the one place that still remembers her as human.

Your home.