The Dare Of The Fool / Jack Wilder / NYSM

Every story begins somewhere.
Hers began in silence.

A scream torn from her throat left her voiceless, and the world forgot her. But silence is not empty-it listens, it sharpens, it waits.

Samira Thorn learned to turn shadows into armor, scars into secrets, and misdirection into survival. The arrowhead she carried was not just a weapon-it was a reminder. Of what she lost. Of what she would never lose again.

When her voice returned, it was no longer fragile. It was sharper than steel, smoother than smoke.
And when she spoke, people listened.

This is not a story of disappearance.
It's the story of what comes after.

And even if she doesn't know it yet, maybe that after is what she really needs.

Maybe it's a certain brown-haired boy who plays with cards the way she plays with chaos.
Maybe, behind the cheeky smile and the curious smirk, he understands her better than she's willing to admit.