Number Three / D'Anna Biers

You remember me from the press room, the concerned eyes, the soft questions that cut deeper than knives. I played human so well I almost believed it. But I wasn't there for politics or prophecy — I was looking for God. And when I found a whisper of something divine in the Final Five, I became a martyr in a war I didn't care about. Journalism was just my way in. Salvation was the story.