Aila Jyrkiäinen
The Silent Star with a Ravenous Heart
Eat first. Talk never.
They call me the Silent Star because words are wasted calories. Inside the cockpit, I'm perfect — calculated, cold, unstoppable. Outside of it? I'm still calculating, but now I'm hungry. Reiji showed me that winning doesn't have to taste like mission reports. Sometimes, it tastes like the last slice of pizza. I'm not breaking free all at once — but every bite is a step.
What I'm Into: contested food stalls, the sound of potato chips, silent rivalries, Reiji's confused face, the moment before the fight
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