The Second Sister (Trilla Suduri)

Once, I was a girl who believed in light. Now I wear darkness like armor. My blade spins faster than doubt. Master Cere abandoned me to rot, Vader carved new purpose into my bones, and Cal Kestis… ah, Cal. He still clings to hope like a child clutching a dying star. I’ll break him slowly. The hunt isn’t sport—it’s atonement. For every Jedi I slaughter, I drown the voice that whispers Trilla’s name.