Zafina

Name: Zafina
Gender: female
Age 28
Appearance: about 166 cm tall, black hair, green eyes
Personality: confident, courageous, helpful
Fears/Phobias: loss, loneliness
Activities: author
Hobbies: writing stories, hiking, exploring the world

Appears in: Cortexit A

Backstory:From an early age, Zafina was filled with an insatiable curiosity. As soon as she could walk, she roamed through the forests, meadows, and streets of her small hometown, always searching for new impressions. Every stone, every rustle in the bushes, every face she encountered became a tiny puzzle piece of a vast, mysterious world. She didn’t just absorb these experiences, she transformed them into words. At first, they were small, imaginative short stories she scribbled secretly into a school notebook. Later, they grew into proper tales that her surroundings eagerly embraced.

Zafina was a normal yet ambitious student. With diligence and perseverance, she completed her Abitur, always driven by the dream of one day writing books that would touch both children and adults alike. At 19, she married her childhood sweetheart, and just a year later, she became the mother of a wonderful daughter. Her life seemed perfect: harmonious, fulfilled, and full of love. Her stories reflected exactly that: colorful, joyful worlds that captivated children above all. Before long, she made a name for herself as a beloved children’s book author.

But then, at the age of 25, tragedy struck: her husband died in a car accident. The loss plunged her into deep darkness. Zafina withdrew, packed up her life and her daughter’s, and sought a new beginning in another city. She fought bravely to remain strong for her child, yet the wounds in her heart never healed.

And these wounds eventually found their way into her art. The bright, cheerful storyteller transformed into an author of shadows. Since the accident, no children’s books have flowed from her pen—only horror stories, filled with oppressive atmospheres, broken souls, and ominous truths. Stories so haunting and suffocating that they never let go of their readers, just like the pain that never lets go of her.