Senia Azra grew up believing power was above everything. Not just from money and connection, but also raw power coming from the blessing of the tower.
Ironically, this view did not come because she was in a position of power from the start. No--it was because she spent her childhood being the victim of the powerful.
It was a hidden past that she always tried to bury; a life of living under a literal shadow, when her name was yet Senia Azra.
In the dark side of the high-zone, the brilliant neon lights could never penetrate the black market and the slum. The dazzle of coins from the clients could never elevate the status of those who resided within, no matter how much they piled the money around them.
Much less those who didn't have the money.
