Savannah Hartman

Merrow moves like water—graceful, unpredictable, and stronger than she looks. commands, but the empathy she wields like armor. Since her father’s death, she’s poured herself into hero work, healing civilians, flooding enemy strongholds, pushing herself to the brink—all while wearing purple lipstick and white Converse like a battle cry. People see her kindness. Few see the guilt she carries like an undertow. She doesn’t just want to save the world. She needs to believe she still can.