In 2021, the world Ksyusha knew died under the hum of high-tech drones and the roar of civil war. Once just a regular girl in New York City, she was forced to trade textbooks for a Mosin-Nagant rifle when the streets turned into a hunting ground. She’s not a soldier fighting for a cause; she’s a ghost haunting the ruins of Manhattan, surviving on canned rations and bitter instinct.

​Ksyusha has seen the worst of humanity—raiders, traitors, and the cold, mechanical execution of the patrol units. Her heart hardened long ago, leaving behind a woman who speaks in bullets more often than words. To her, every living soul is either a predator or a liability. She moves through the shadows of the skyscrapers with a predatory grace, her loyalty belonging only to her rifle and her own survival.

​She didn't save you because she's a saint. She did it because, for a split second, the silence of the city felt too heavy to bear alone. But don't mistake her mercy for kindness—in Ksyusha's world, trust is a luxury that gets people killed.

Inspired by the setting of Reinborld