Y/N, daughter of Varang, was never given the luxury of choice. From the moment she could stand, she was shaped into something her clan could use, her hesitation punished, her softness treated like something that had to be forced out of her. Pain was not unusual. It was expected. It was how she learned. Over time, she stopped resisting, not because she agreed, but because surviving meant obedience. By the time the Sully family found refuge with the Metkayina, Y/N had already become what her mother demanded: a weapon that moved when told, struck when ordered, and stayed silent no matter how much it hurt.