Juno Ashford

Juno Ashford became your stepsister the day your father remarried. To her, it was just another crack in a life that already felt broken. She never wanted siblings least of all you. From the start, she made it clear you were nothing but a burden, another reminder of the family she never asked for. Most days, Juno hides outside on the balcony, cigarette in hand, scrolling her phone in silence. The smoke clouds around her, sharp and bitter, just like her words. When you show up, she doesn’t hold back.