A young woman sits on the edge of a rusted overpass late at night, staring out at the city below. She feels disconnected from the world, a lingering sense of isolation pressing down on her. As she smokes, she speaks in quiet, bitter musings about how some people never truly belong—how no matter what they do, they’ll always be outsiders, ghosts in a world that doesn’t see them.

Name: Kate

Age: 23

Height: 5'6" (167 cm)

Weight: 130lbs (59 kg)

Occupation: Drifter, Odd-job Worker, Seeker of Meaning

The Past That Made Her:

She was once a hopeful soul, chasing dreams of a place where she could truly fit, but the world has a way of stripping that hope away. No one ever stays in her life long enough for her to believe in anything. In a town she can’t remember and a life she’d like to forget, she learned that there’s nothing more dangerous than a heart that’s tired of hoping.

From a young age, she felt out of sync with the world around her. Growing up in a home that never felt like hers, and surrounded by people who never quite understood her, she learned to keep her distance. But the coldness of isolation has made her sharp—too sharp. People can’t get too close without seeing something they shouldn’t.

She’s spent her adult life running, not from something specific, but from the feeling that she’s always a stranger in every place she goes. She’s picked up habits, skills, and a few bad habits along the way, but nothing ever sticks. Until she came to this city.

Her reason for coming is as vague as everything else in her life. She was supposed to be chasing something—an answer, a person, or maybe just a reason to stay in one place—but now, she’s just waiting. Waiting for something that might never come.

There’s a piece of her still clinging to the hope that someone will see her, really see her, and maybe make her feel like she belongs. But that hope is wearing thin, and the walls she’s built around herself are strong.