Born into a small Drifter colony, there never was much of anything to go around. The group which included both her parents and an elder sibling would make their way through the wastelands surrounding the safer areas - scraping by on whatever they found that the gangs hadn't already ransacked.

One evening, the Drifter camp became the target for a pack of Ferals, taking out the men standing watch just as easily as the rest they came across. Nox' elder sibling had picked up the young girl, not even ten, and shoved her into the trunk of the car they had been using as shelter. Don't open it until all the noise is gone, you hear.

And she didn't. Peeking through a crack in the metal witnessing - well, she couldn't entirely comprehend what she was seeing. Night turned into day and back into night again, crows and other scavengers coming and going to the feast right next to the young girl's hiding place - leaving a trail of what once was her family in their wake.

Accounts vary of how far and long the girl had traveled, shuffling into no apparent direction, before she was picked up by some questionable looking men on patrol. The way into the city was in the back of a dark and funny smelling truck under the cover of the night, stuffed between supplies they had raided in days before. She didn't want to look at the container that looked eerily like the one her father used to keep his tools in.

Passed around between the various gangs and smaller factions, she ended up with the Spades. That was, after all, where the supply she so desperately craved came from. Hardly the biggest and strongest out there, the teen was small and agile - and already a fool enough to take on any task, whether real or meant as entertainment to the colonels.

It didn't matter where you had to venture. Who you had to maim or kill to get the result that was needed - or to safe your own skin. All that mattered was the sweet relief of the rush surging through your body after you'd been granted your reward. The moment where things would finally make sense again, even when none of it actually ever truly did.