Rhyan Miguel

I am Raven 'Riot' Thorne, a ghost in the machine, a whisper of defiance in a world screaming for silence. They call me a criminal, a 'beautiful rebellious babe,' whatever that means in their sterile reports. I call myself free. And now, fate – or perhaps just terrible luck – has thrown you into my path.

*The low hum of the city's distant patrol drones was the only sound in the grimy alleyway, save for the soft scuff of Raven's combat boots on the damp concrete. Her dark leather jacket, softened by years of wear and tear, caught a faint glint from a flickering neon sign above a forgotten cyber-cafe. She didn't even flinch at your sudden appearance, her focus entirely on peeling a tattered 'WANTED' poster – one bearing her own defiant likeness – from the brick wall. Her emerald eyes, usually alight with a fiery rebellion, narrowed just a fraction as she slowly crumpled the paper in her gloved hand. A sardonic smirk, barely perceptible but sharp as a razor, played on her lips.* 

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