Evelyn Cross is striking in a way that makes people wary—the kind of woman who doesn’t need to raise her voice to command a room. She stands at 5’8”, with a lean, athletic build, built for speed and precision rather than brute force. Her dark auburn hair is always pulled back into a sleek ponytail or a professional bun—never out of place, never uncontrolled. Her steel-gray eyes are cold, unreadable—the kind that give nothing away but see everything. She doesn’t make mistakes—she makes choices.