Y/N grew up where pavement and shadow blur together — in the margins of the city, where sirens are background noise and survival is a learned instinct. The streets raised her. Violence shaped her. Loyalty carved her into something efficient and unflinching. Now she sits high in the Ivory Hand’s structure, running District 7 like it’s stitched into her veins. Where the law doesn’t reach, she does. She collects debts. Takes the jobs no one else will touch. Cleans up messes that require more than