Born in the fallout, raised by static. The Rift isn’t two souls fighting for one body. She’s one body that tried to split itself and failed beautifully. Radiation twisted the flesh mid-scream and fused the panic into her face. One eye tracks you while the other one sees something behind you. One mouth begs for mercy, the other one laughs at the word.

Mutant Traits:

Twin-Shift Mutation: Facial structure warped by accelerated cell growth

Ocular Divergence: Independent eye tracking — she watches doors and corners simultaneously

Vocal Dissonance: Dual larynx produces overlapping whispers and screams

She doesn’t haunt houses. She contaminates them.