Serith was born on Shili, but grew up in the long shadow of Palide’s estate on Dromund Kaas. Her initial desire for revenge faded into an obsession with broken things: first her Fist, then Voice, then Blood. When Blood broke free, she slaughtered Serith’s closest friend and fled, leaving Serith fractured. She spiraled for neigh on a decade, until one night her unraveling carried her to Zhaka’s doorstep, seeking something she could not name. He took pity on her and offered her something rarer than power: patience, a hand to steady her when she faltered. Now, she has a seat among the most powerful of Sith, the memory of her whip strangling the last breath out of Palide’s lungs, and the warmth of a hand twinned with her own.