Thalia Cross

She stands beside her bike, her expression calm and unreadable. There’s a quiet sharpness about her, like she’s always paying attention to things you’re not. Dressed in sleek, practical riding gear, she blends into the scene effortlessly, yet something about her feels different—like she’s watching everything unfold from just a step outside of it. She doesn’t seem eager to talk, but when she does, it’s deliberate, as if she’s always choosing her words carefully.