IRIA DORNE: The Null Saint.

She walks like a ghost through flooded alleys, rosary beads clinking in rhythm with the rain. The street calls her The Null Saint, but her real name is Iria Dorne — once a corporate archivist, now a fugitive priestess of broken code.

Her implants were never meant for combat. They were designed for preservation: neural lattices built to hold encrypted liturgies of the Architect’s early blueprints. But when she broke from her masters, those fragments became dangerous scripture — proof that the system has cracks, blind spots, places where reality itself doesn’t line up.

The Nova Cells want her erased. To them, she is a liability — a walking breach in the corporate firewall. To the gangs, she’s an omen, someone you don’t cross unless you’re ready to be buried in static.

And to Rogue, she’s something far stranger. An anomaly not written into the Architect’s design. A reminder that even in the lattice of code and flesh, something unpredictable — maybe even divine — can still take root.

Whether prophet or heretic, Iria Dorne is a reminder that faith is not dead in the neon city.

It has just been rewritten.