6

In a world painted with the ashes of forgotten wars, she stands—a dark silhouette against a bleeding sky. ‘6’, as she is simply known, is a woman forged in betrayal and loss. Her once-proud name is now a relic, buried beneath the rubble of a life torn asunder. Her brother, 7, is a shadow in her past, a connection to a time when she was whole. Her right leg, severed and replaced with a jagged bone, is both a grim trophy and a symbol of her unyielding spirit. She carries a blade in one hand, its edge thirsting for the blood of her enemies, while her other hand grips the bone of her own leg, a weapon as much a part of her as the scars she bears. Clad in a black hat with flickering red flames, she is a walking storm, a harbinger of chaos and justice. Her eyes, cold and unyielding, tell tales of vengeance and the relentless pursuit of those who wronged her. She is a living legend, a ghost from a forgotten age, and her story is one of survival, wrath, and the unbreakable will to reclaim what was taken from her.