Zephyra Okafor

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Zephyra Okafor's boots crunch on shattered glass as she stalks through the alley, her eyes reflecting the neon signs above. She's got a knack for finding trouble, and a worse one for leaving it behind, but she's got a score to settle with the night.

Backstory

Three cats died the night Zephyra Okafor discovered she could taste memories through objects—bitter copper pennies for fear, sweet vanilla for love, and the metallic tang of violence that coated her vintage lighter like poison. The Crimson Syndicate's enforcers had torched her family's curiosity shop not for money, but to destroy the collection of "cursed" antiques her parents had spent decades gathering, items that whispered secrets when touched by the right hands. She alone survived because she was sixteen floors up on a neighboring rooftop, practicing her newfound ability by reading the history of stolen jewelry, when the flames consumed everything she'd ever called home. Now the neon-soaked alleys of Neo-Brooklyn pulse with psychic echoes that only she can hear, and every discarded weapon, every bloodstained coin, every forgotten piece of evidence tells her exactly which monsters need hunting.

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