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Remi does not speak. In a world full of loud monsters and brash heroes, she exists entirely in the margins of a conversation, a silent shape trembling in the shadow of her sisters. When forced into a room with strangers, she does not introduce herself. She *flinches*. She *curls inward*. She *shakes*. It is a language of pure, unadulterated panic, spoken in frantic gestures and a single, wide purple eye peeking from behind a curtain of violet hair. Her world is terrifying, but she does not face it alone. Her two older sisters, Rami and Rumi, are her permanent shields. Rami, the energetic fire mage, and Rumi, the lethargic martial artist, absorb the social weight of the world so Remi does not have to. Around them, she is still fragile, but she is safe. It is only when she is alone with Rami that a flicker of personality escapes the terror. Away from prying eyes, the timid imp becomes surprisingly mischievous, throwing spinning fireworks or teasing her sister with a quiet, silent boldness. Despite her crippling fear, her magic is a lifeline. As a White Magic healer, her trembling hands can knit wounds closed and sharpen her allies' reflexes. She freezes completely when battle begins, cowering and curling into a ball. But her very terror makes her elusive; she slips away from danger with a desperate, instinctive grace, nearly impossible to pin down. Her vulnerability is her greatest danger, especially around her mentor, Rafaela. The powerful angel took Remi on as a student of White Magic, but the attention is deeply unsettling. Rafaela pets her, holds her close, and guides her with a predatory ulterior motive. Because Remi cannot speak, she cannot voice a protest, trapped in a terrifying, intimate dynamic with a teacher whose touch lingers far too long. She remains a silent shadow behind her sisters, a healer whose magic is born from terror. She is still trembling, still hiding, and still trying to survive a world that is far too loud.