RHEA
I met Titan a year ago in prison.
There were a lot of allegeds attached to her name. Cybercrime. Identity fraud. Even talk that she’d been involved in a jewel heist that disappeared with over fifty million dollars’ worth of diamonds. The kind of rumours that don’t come from nowhere.
But the police could never prove any of it.
So they settled for what they could—possession of an unregistered firearm.
She took the charge without a fuss. Got a year. Never sold out her crew, never gave the cops a single name. Kept her head down, played the part of a model inmate, and earned an early release for good behaviour.
Early enough to change my life.
Titan built me a new identity from the ground up. Clean records. A believable paper trail. A death certificate convincing enough to fool anyon
