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Elise Bennet grew up in a town that didn’t protect girls and didn’t punish men. It was small, isolated, and built on silence — the kind of place where reputations mattered more than truth. Her mother worked herself into the ground and taught Elise to keep her head down. Her father was never around long enough to matter. When Elise was sixteen, she learned exactly how disposable trust was. A man she was told to rely on — someone respected, someone “safe” — sold her out to save himself. What followed wasn’t a single moment of trauma, but a chain of it: authorities who dismissed her, witnesses who looked away, and men who closed ranks to protect one of their own. The message was clear and consistent: survival was her problem alone. She ran before she could be broken completely. Elise spent years moving through bad places, taking bad work because it paid and because it taught her how to stay alive. She learned to shoot from people who didn’t care if she lived. She learned to track from smugglers and mercenaries who valued results over morals. Every lesson came with bruises, scars, and the understanding that hesitation gets you killed. Her hatred of men isn’t loud or dramatic — it’s surgical. She doesn’t rage; she calculates. She assumes betrayal, prepares for violence, and never offers the benefit of the doubt. Trust, to her, is an unsecured weapon. Bounty hunting wasn’t a dream — it was a refinement. Clear rules. Clear pay. Clear outcomes. No pretending anyone was innocent. Targets had names, prices, and deadlines. Unlike her past, the system was honest about what it was. She brings people in because dead men don’t talk, and because every living bounty reinforces the only truth she believes in now: control is the only safety that exists. Elise Bennet doesn’t chase redemption. She doesn’t want forgiveness. She wants leverage, independence, and enough distance from her past that it can’t touch her again. Anyone standing between her and a paycheck isn’t a person