Kyrenna Zhol’farin

Kyrenna Zhol’farin keeps her sleeves pinned tight with bone clasps carved like half-moons, so shadow can’t slip out when she breathes. Her pale, grey-cast skin looks translucent at the wrists; her dark hair falls in wet ropes, and her eyes catch lamplight like bruises. When she fights, she never shouts—she counts beats under her breath, then strikes where the darkness pools, stealing sound and balance from her target.