Up walls, down alleys, or across rooftops, Markesha moves like a lightning-struck rabbit.
Her fleet feet are only outpaced by her biting wit. Whether physical or emotional, battle is not her forte – she’s a runner, not a fighter. Constant movement to make ends meet keeps her body strong, her mind clear, and her heart from breaking.
The memory of her absent mother is forever at hand, driving Markesha toward a destiny she cannot imagine.