Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice ... I'll never trust the same again.  Not after I was finally beginning to let him in. I have enough on my plate with The Sanctum, their Institute Games, and generally trying to stay alive. I certainly don't need to be worried about a shameless golden retriever, a silent enigma, or a guardian asshole.  My magic doesn't haunt me like it once did, but it should now The Sanctum aren't the only ones intent on using me as a weapon. Every turn I take is warped with secrets that unravel, only to reveal another layer of unwanted surprise. I'm walking a fine line between death and... death. Everywhere I turn, someone is trying to take something from me. Well, I have nothing left to give. All I have is me, myself, and I.  Elodie Blackwood. Loner. Survivor. Scythe.