LXG - MINA MURRAY- REIMAGINED

Murray stood in the nave of Westminster Abbey, striking a pose under the vaulted ceiling. She wore black lace and leather, a mourning shroud.

She was a remnant of the Prince of Darkness who claimed her years ago. She held a file stamped with a crimson "M." about to deliver it,

The team was assembled in her mind. Nemo is surfacing. Quartermain is sober. Dorian is curious.

She was the anchor holding these elements together. A gust of wind rattled the stained glass, hinting at the invisible threat moving through the London fog,

Mina wore her collar to hide the scars on her throat. She didn't fear the dark; she had lived in it too long, and fought the battle of the evil calling her. For now she had won that battle and stayed loyal to the greater good; time could change that.