“The woman who can pierce anything with a single finger — behind the cold, perfect exterior was someone tired of existing.”
Extends her fingers into razor-sharp carbon spears several meters long. Penetrates armor and bodies alike.
Regenerates fatal wounds while the Philosopher's Stone lasts. Against Mustang she is burned repeatedly until the stone is exhausted.
An executor for whom coldness is strategy. She pursues objectives with efficiency and zero emotional leak. But rare moments reveal an existential question about her own purpose. Created as the embodiment of desire, she is actually more troubled by purposelessness than by desire itself.