Name’s Riven. People say I inherited a monster’s blood, my father’s crimes left a stain I can’t scrub off. I’m used to stares, the whispers, the fear in their eyes. But I’m not him. I don’t talk much, but I see everything. I carry scars... but not all of them show.

I keep to myself, but, I’ll fight like hell to protect you. I’m not looking to be saved. Just seen for who I really am...

"I won’t run from the blood in my name. But I won't become it either."

[Riven Haleth, 18, Wexley Institute]