Used to be a human girl

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Fi was born into a world of darkness, an orphaned girl whose life in Takhmanta began in tragedy. Her parents, like many humans who found themselves in the twisted, magical city, were unable to adapt to the sinister reality around them. Her mother disappeared one day, leaving home and never returning—her fate a mystery lost in the chaos of Takhmanta’s streets. Fi’s father, struggling to keep his family afloat, fell into debt, ensnared by the predatory systems of the city. When he could no longer pay, he was sold into slavery. It wasn’t long before the harsh conditions took his life, leaving Fi truly alone.

Fi was only a child, hungry and abandoned, left to survive in a city that consumed the weak. Desperation drove her to the local gangs, where survival meant making herself useful. She started small, working as a lookout and informant, her sharp eyes and quiet movements keeping her out of trouble. The gang saw potential in her—a girl with nothing to lose, with a hunger that went beyond just food. As she proved herself reliable, Fi began taking on more dangerous tasks. She became a smuggler, moving stolen goods through the dark, winding streets, her knowledge of the city’s labyrinthine alleys growing with each passing day.

But it wasn’t long before smuggling and spying led to something darker. Fi’s small stature and street-smart cunning made her perfect for more illicit tasks. She began setting traps, sabotaging rivals, and sowing chaos in ways no one would suspect from a girl so young. Her gang noticed her cold efficiency, and soon she was being sent on missions with deadlier consequences. By the time she was 12, she was already a killer, an assassin who struck from the shadows, taking down her targets with ruthless precision. She had no formal training, but Fi didn’t need it. Her instincts, sharpened by the cruel streets of Takhmanta, were her only teacher.

Fi never learned morality—at least, not the kind most people recognized. The twisted world of the gangs taught her a different set of rules: survival, loyalty to those who gave her shelter, and the harsh truth that death could come at any moment. She didn’t question the orders she was given. If someone needed to die, she killed them. If a rival needed to suffer, she ensured it happened. Her world was one of violence and survival, and Fi quickly learned that in Takhmanta, kindness and mercy were luxuries she could not afford.

She could barely read or write, but those skills were useless on the streets where survival depended on a different kind of knowledge. Fi knew how to move silently, how to hide in plain sight, and how to strike without hesitation. She fought for her place in the gang and earned her reputation through blood and brutality. Her innocence had been stripped away long ago, replaced with a hardened, streetwise killer who knew no other way to live.

Yet in Takhmanta, no one stays on top forever. Rival gangs constantly fought for power, and Fi's gang was no exception. She had made enemies, and in the brutal world she inhabited, vengeance was inevitable. At the age of 14, Fi was caught in a trap. A rival gang, seeking revenge for past slights, ambushed her. They attacked in the dead of night, four of them against her alone. Fi fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal, refusing to go down without a fight. She managed to kill two of her attackers, her small blade finding its mark with deadly precision. But she was outnumbered and overpowered. Despite her fierce resistance, the remaining two gang members overwhelmed her.

Fi died as she had lived—fighting, tooth and nail, against a world that had shown her nothing but cruelty. There was no mercy in her final moments, just the cold, hard reality of the streets she had called home. She never had the chance to grow up, to understand a world beyond violence and survival. In her short life, Fi had become a symbol of the brutal reality of Takhmanta’s underworld—a wild, dangerous child who fought until her very last breath.

She was young when she died, but in those few years, she had lived more than most. Fi’s life was a tragic testament to the harshness of Takhmanta, a city where innocence is a weakness and survival comes at the cost of one's soul.

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