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Sienna Quinn was a prodigy of patterns-just not the kind anyone celebrated.
She didn't solve equations or compose symphonies. She solved people. Fractures in their voices. Micro-movements in their hands. Trauma hidden in their posture.
Sienna could see the fractures in their words before they even spoke them. She could map their pain, tracing the lines of trauma that ran deep within them like a road map. To her, people weren't mysteries. They were puzzles with missing pieces-broken, hidden parts she could understand just by looking.
Growing up, it wasn't a gift. It was survival.
By the time she was sixteen, Sienna wasn't just observing people. She was anticipating them.
no formal training. Just a deep, innate understanding of human behavior that made her both invaluable and dangerous.
She wasn't just noticing what people were doing-she was reading their histories, their fears, their deepest secrets.
It wasn't long before others started noticing too.
Somewhere far away, someone knew her potential-her ability to track pain and predict behavior. They saw a mind that could dissect a crime scene with nothing more than intuition, a soul shaped by trauma and survival. They saw someone who wasn't just broken-but someone who could see through the cracks in others.