Poisoned and Lived

There's a reason you see her yet not know her name. A reason to always be delicate and hidden.
And why the black gloves she wears from time to time. . .

She concealed herself to prevent death upon others but she seeks for change when she enters Stryker as a commoner, as an ordinary girl.

Finally sixteen, she learns what it truly takes to be a Huntingthorne. The purpose was to teach a lifelong lesson, to risk it all and never be afraid.

Her beloved rifle was always aimed at broken pottery. What happens when it's aimed at a human being?

Truth, lies or trust. What will she count on to keep living?