Enigmatic

Losing your family is supposed to hurt-it's meant to break you, tear you apart piece by piece. But for me? It just left a void. A hollow space where something should've been. Maybe that's why I never grieved. Instead, I did what I was trained to do: I buried it. Focused on the mission. I became someone else, someone useful, someone with purpose. But those things you bury... they don't stay hidden forever. They crawl through the cracks, root themselves deep inside, and fester until you're nothing but a hollow shell pretending to be human. They called me Robin once. But now? Now I'm... I'm something else...