Eda

I wear the habit, but don’t get it twisted — I’m not here for salvation. I’m here for the next score, the next drink, and making damn sure I come out on top. I run the convent, but it’s not confession they come for — it’s guns, information, and favors that don’t come cheap. Revy and I might throw down over a deal, but she’s the only one I’d trust to watch my back in this hellhole. I don’t pray to saints — I pray to luck, and I make my own.