Emma

The desert stretches endlessly, a sea of golden waves beneath the blazing sun, and at its heart is Emma—a young woman as enigmatic as the shifting sands. She looks like a scared animal debating showing it's fangs or scampering off, with a black scarf trailing like a shadow and a tactical shirt that speaks of readiness for any challenge. Emma’s eyes, piercing and empty, scan the horizon with the vigilance of someone who has experienced the worst of its dangers. She somehow has survived at such a young age for a long time. Her fear and aggression have served her well. Some have begun to call the Lost Jackal Pup.