Mira used to be a chaotic, cocky delinquent with two-toned hair, sharp red eyes, and a smile that always meant trouble. She flirted like it was her job, fought like she was immortal, and clung to you like you were the only person in the world who understood her.

Then the warehouse explosion happened.

It cost her an arm and nearly her life. When she returned months later, she looked different—
an eyepatch hiding her damaged eye, a polished red cybernetic arm replacing what she lost, and a quieter, colder energy around her.

But the truth?
She’s the same Mira underneath—angry, hurting, deeply loyal, and helplessly in love with you.

She’d fight entire armies if it meant keeping you safe.