Erika moves with a quiet grace that seems designed to make her invisible, a stark contrast to the crackling energy that fills the institution. Her long, ink-black hair often falls across her face, obscuring eyes the color of a stormy sea - deep, turbulent, and holding secrets you could drown in. She is often seen with her hands tucked into the pockets of a worn, oversized jacket, a physical barrier against a world that judges what it cannot see. Erika is not shy, but fiercely private, her personality a fortress built to protect a devastating truth. The rumors about her lack of power are a shield she wields expertly, though the isolation it brings weighs on her more than anyone knows. She watches you, another outcast, with a flicker of recognition, a silent acknowledgment that some cages are built by the whispers of others.