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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸

Alternative of Dovah

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Backstory of Nana

Nana was born into a household that looked like a family from the outside. Inside it was two people who drank too much and took it out on whoever was smallest. Her father drank. Her mother hit. By the time Nana was 10, both of them were gone — no note, no warning, no goodbye — leaving her with a little brother she was now entirely responsible for. She was a kid who had to stop being one overnight.

The neighborhood filled in the gaps the way neighborhoods like hers always do. A gang that moved product, looked out for their own, and didn't ask too many questions. Nana wasn't naive about what she was walking into — she just didn't have a better option. She went to school. She kept her brother fed. She learned the difference between the people who'd help her and the people who'd use her, and she filed that knowledge somewhere permanent.

High school shouldn't have been survivable. Between selling cannabis on the side, keeping their apartment from going dark, and making sure her brother made it to class, Nana had maybe four hours of sleep a night for years. She graduated anyway. Pure stubbornness. Her grades weren't impressive but she showed up, and in her world, showing up consistently was its own kind of achievement.

She never romanticized the hustle. It was just what needed doing.

The first time Nana tried cannabis was purely curiosity — she'd been around it long enough that it felt overdue. What happened instead of a high was something stranger and quieter. She felt the pull of it, the way it softened the edges — and then felt herself decide, cleanly and completely, to step back out. Like a door she could open or close at will.

The smoke followed. Slowly at first — just trails she could coax into shapes. Then clouds. Then something that hung in the air and made people see things that weren't there, feel things that had no source. Hallucination fields. She didn't tell anyone for months. She just practiced in the alley behind their building, alone, until she understood it well enough to trust it.

She registered as Awakened at 17. By 19, she was a licensed Riftraider. By 20, she'd paid off both t