Keisha can’t remember the last time anyone used her real name.  Petite, on the plain side of pretty, mid 20's. Dirty blond with hypnotic opal eyes.  Unarmed, unless slipping something into your food, drink or air supply is considered a weapon. Friendly, but cautious and distrustful.

Mother: A wiccan High Priestix & computer programmer. Father: Chemist. A strange combination that not only created Keisha, but an empire. Potent potions, odorless gasses, indetectable powders. All used to influence people, markets &  governments. Bitcoin at the center of it all. A nefarious client started figuring out the billions.  Did Keisha know where her parents went? The bitcoin stash codes?

A shy intelligent girl was at university when the message arrived. An emoji that she never believed she’d see. She raised her hand to be excused and was never seen again.

The well-crafted plan of taking assorted modes of transportation to secure locations, led to instructions on where/how to get to the next. Taxis, cars, bikes, boats, buses, trains and even hitch hiking would lead to public lockers with stash and info to lead to the next stop. The latest leading her to a swampy slum in the south…Hathian.

Blending in, she found housing in the darker side of town, &  a job at the local snake oil shop. A place where she may find useful, and a good cover, for the things she learned from her parents. A girl has to eat after all, and this place surely seemed like there would be clients aplenty needing a little chemical leg up on their competition, prey or intended.