The girl stared emptily at the mirror before her, brushing her finger over the left side of her mouth. She could remember that day- she had turned 17 the week before and had been walking at night to find her younger brother when Cyan- or Machinus, as he was titled- had kidnapped her. It wasn't unheard of, he was known for his support of the transition into machines, and he was known for kidnapping subjects to do so. But that wasn't what happened to her at all. She was to die, slowly. That she had never heard of- him killing people out of spite for humanity. And he played with those who he would kill. He had sewn half her mouth shut before she was able to kick him and run away. To think it had only been 5 years since then. She was brought out of her memories by a voice calling her to lunch "Hraesvelgr, mealtime!" of course that wasn't her real name. It was Old Norse for "Corpse Swallower" and she had adopted it when she joined the Anti-Machine legion. She slipped on her trademark heavy black duster and plague doctor mask, grabbed her bag, and left to join the other other soldiers to eat. There was an air of mystery around her. No one knew her name or even how she look because of her costume. Her speech came out odd because of the whole "half my mouth is sewn closed" business so she never even talked to others. She set down her bag beside her as she sat to eat, a plate having already been set down at her usual spot. Dinner had been turned into a goop as always, drinkable from a straw. And so she lifted her mask just over her mouth and began to eat in that fashion.