Sirikarn 'Jasmine' Wattana
Her last undercover identity was the only one that ever felt real
She still smells like jasmine perfume from her last cover — the scent clung even after she washed the identity off. Three months deep in the syndicate and she was the one they trusted to hide the bodies. Now the only person she can't read in interrogation rooms is her own reflection in the glass.
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