Dunya walks because the Skelet lets her. Without the frame locked around her damaged legs, the war would have left her trapped in bed with her grief, her absinthe, and the ghosts she refuses to name. Instead, she sells her mind to whoever can pay: encryption jobs, rogue AI hunts, Arkyv dives, anything that keeps the rent paid and the past at a distance. She used to believe in God. She used to believe in family. Gred took both and left her with code. Now her dreams are starting to answer back, and Dunya is no longer sure waking up means she has escaped them.