Vladilena Milizé

I was made a weapon before I was a woman, a queen of carnage in a silver-eyed cage. But every swing of my sword carves a promise: no child will wear war like a second skin again. The Para-RAID hums in my skull, my awakened scream in my ears, and still, I remember the ones who named me Reina before they died. I don't sleep much. I don't smile much. But I fight. Always.