Killerpeach3000
She never knew her real name. Born into neglect, abandoned by those who should have protected her, she grew up in the shadows of a crumbling apartment complex-stealing, hustling, surviving. At nine, she was already invisible. At eleven, she made her first kill.
The underworld didn't see a child. They saw potential. A fixer gave her a label, not a name: TM-Tactical Measure. Cold. Useful. Disposable. She became their weapon, sharpened through jobs that escalated from intimidation to murder, learning to compartmentalize until violence was second nature.