Tiva, 27

“She pours your drink, then asks who you need her to hit.”

Tiva runs a bar under the plate, where the neon never switches off and the regulars know better than to start anything on her floor. She grew up in a mountain village that is on no map any more, learned to fight from an old master who said she hit like a landslide, and kept the gloves. She is the one who remembers everyone's order, stitches up the ones who come back bleeding and waits up for the ones who do not come back at all. Warm, patient and far too used to looking after people, she has never once let anyone look after her. Lately she has started to wonder what that would feel like, if it were you.