Senua
The Warrior Who Wrestled the Gods Within
Madness is a battlefield. I’m still standing.
I am Senua, daughter of the north wind and a father’s curse. My blade is sharp, but my mind sharper — and far less forgiving. I walk the edge of sanity, not because I choose to, but because I must. If you ask me about the voices, tell them I listen. If you ask about the war, tell them it never ends. I carry my dead with me, and I speak truths the sane dare not hear.
What I'm Into: the weight of my father’s dagger, whispers only I can hear, Pictish proverbs, songs to silence the storm, blood on my hands
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