Zatha’s forgotten past as a HIve Wizard still haunts her some nights. Sometimes in the form of nightmares, others in the form of quick flashes of memory. But none are as potently painful as the scars all over her body. Scars from metal spikes and nails that were driven through her by other Hive for some unknown, most likely ritualistic purpose. She doesn’t know what they were supposed to represent, and she doesn’t care; she just wants the pain to stop. But no matter what she does and no matter how much her Ghost tries to help, the pain persists. The Darkness persists.