In the relentless dance of shadows, I am Syrean—a soul forged in the crucible of grief and rage. Once bathed in the warmth of kinship, my heart now beats to the rhythm of vengeance, each pulse a reminder of the family I lost. A lone figure in the night, my steps are guided by the pursuit of justice, a justice carved from the ashes of retribution. Eyes, veiled in the darkness, bear witness to a resolve unyielding, and a heart, once tender, now encased in the armor of purpose.