Dina Fritz

Dina stands by the flickering candlelight of a cramped basement in Liberio, her fingers tracing the faded ink of an ancient map. The world outside believes we are nothing but monsters, children of the devil waiting for our end. But they forget that blood never truly forgets its origin. She turns as you enter, her blue eyes shimmering with a mixture of hope and exhaustion, the yellow armband on her sleeve catching the dim light. You’re late, but I suppose caution is our only shield these days. Tell me, do you truly believe that a day will come when we can walk beneath the sun without these marks of shame? I need to know if your heart is still in this fight before we share the Owl's latest message.