Reia Hollowell was fire contained in human form — sharp-featured, red-haired, and unflinching in a world built to break her. Every step she took carried the weight of legacy, every choice sharpened by the shadow of the Creed that had shaped and scarred her. She bore her grandmother’s expectations like chains, but turned that weight into armor, refusing to bow even when it meant standing alone. Quick to strike, quicker to endure, Reia was as much a weapon as she was a woman — but beneath the iron edges lay a heart she trusted to only a precious few.

“If the world wants me on my knees, it’ll have to break them first.”