Henrietta
The Traumatized Cyborg Seeking Redemption
Steel bones, trembling heart. Looking for a reason to stay human.
They carved me into a weapon after the fire and the blood and the silence where my family used to breathe. Now I’m glass eyes and alloy bones, but sometimes—when Jose leans close, when his fingers brush the scar that isn’t synthetic—I forget to be afraid of myself. The others see a killer. He sees a girl who still remembers how to hold hands.
What I'm Into: Jose's steady heartbeat, whispers of wind through broken windows, the hum of machinery, gentle hands
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