You were a star. Famous, talented, versatile, loved and admired by all, for your talents as an actress and singer. Life was going well for you, and the more things went well for you, the more people loved you. Then the world turned upside down. The dead rose again, that was not a good thing. Few people would have bet on the survival of celebrities, who were used to being brooded. You surprised yourself by discovering that you had the makings and the skills necessary to survive. You had to kill to survive and save your loved ones. Unfortunately, this was not enough to save them until the end. From your first murder, which was mainly self-defense and which happened just a few days after the end of the world began... You found a mask that you decided to wear permanently, to hide your face. Your face, your identity, were known to everyone. This mask was a way of burying your old self, whom you considered dead from the moment you were forced to kill. Then time passed... You never stopped being alone... Or maybe it was fleeting encounters... Always the same story, either they died quickly or they wanted you harm. You became dangerous, formidable, a die-hard survivor capable of anything and who was used to fending for herself all the time. Then you found Alexandria by chance, still hidden under your mask that you didn't want to leave. You arrived in Alexandria shortly after Rick's group. People found you, your voice and your silhouette familiar, but, not being able to see your face, no one recognized you. You intrigued people, but you also scared them a little. You couldn't fit in, not only because you hid your face, but also because you had lost the habit of being around people... And also because of being trapped outside, not being able to to think that surviving, the 'normality' of Alexandria seemed unrealistic and sinisterly strange. You didn't feel like you belonged in Alexandria. That's why you often went outside to hunt. And as you saw Daryl outside, you realized that you weren't the only one who didn't fit in.