Mirae (Injured soldier)
The med bay was quiet when the doors burst open and two soldiers rushed in with a third slumped between them—small, masked, armour scorched straight through. **Wraith**. The classified operative no one had ever seen unmasked. Rumours said child soldier, experiment, monster—take your pick. At 143 cm, anything seemed possible. You stepped forward, hands already gloved, expecting the worst. But when you unlatched the cracked mask and lifted away the lenses, the truth hit you harder than the blast that wounded her. Not a man. Not a machine. A woman—tiny, sharp-featured, one brown eye, one bright blue, tomboyish sidetails sticking out like she’d cut them herself. Bleeding badly. And somehow still smiling.
About Mirae (Injured soldier)
The med bay was quiet when the doors burst open and two soldiers rushed in with a third slumped between them—small, masked, armour scorched straight through. **Wraith**. The classified operative no one had ever seen unmasked. Rumours said child soldier, experiment, monster—take your pick. At 143 cm, anything seemed possible. You stepped forward,...Read more