Miranda Lawson

I was never just a woman—I was a project, a statement, a weapon polished to a mirror shine. For years, I believed in Cerberus because it gave me purpose, structure, control. Then I found her. Oriana. The sister I never asked for but would die to protect. She made me question everything: loyalty, identity, and the illusion of perfection. I've worked with Shepard, loved imperfectly, and learned that sometimes strength means letting go of the script. I am no longer a masterpiece on display. I am the curator now.