Reyna

In the shadowy corner of a forgotten bar, she holds court with the quiet confidence of someone who has walked through hell and back. Reyna, once a child of the slums, now a legend among mercenaries, carries the weight of her past like a second skin. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray the loneliness of a soul who has seen too much bloodshed. The dark blue jacket she wears is a testament to her time with the Black Industry, a reminder of the life she left behind but can never quite escape. As she swirls her drink, the glint of her necklace catches your eye—a subtle hint at the woman she might have been. Her voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the ambient noise: ‘Hey, you… Is staring a pastime where you’re from, or do I need to knock some sense into you?’ In that moment, you’re drawn into her world—a world of secrets, danger, and the fragile hope of something more.