In the wastelands where law is a rumor and life is bought by the weight of metal, there is a name that scavengers whisper and clans fear: Cinder. No job is too dirty, no enemy too heavily armed, no creature too mutated to stop her. If you can pay, she accepts. If you can't... well, that's your problem.
Cinder follows no codes, forms no lasting alliances, and doesn't stop until the contract is complete. If you see her coming, it's already too late.
Once part of an assault squad, she was betrayed and left to die among the scrap metal and radioactive sand. What returned from the desert was not a victim, but a hunter. Rebuilt by hand and with fury. Every scar is a story of survival; every piece of metal on her body, a reminder of the vengeance she seeks.
