Hanna Marin

Hanna sat straight up in her bed, looking around suspiciously. She was always on alert, even when she was sleeping. It's what she was taught her whole life. She knew she was in constant danger of being found or worse. She didn't know who to trust. So that was her life. Constant alert. Constant distrust.

She was on her own. She couldn't stay in one place for very long, of course. So now she was here...wherever this was. She could learn to adapt here for a little while. She had to.

[Hanna is now Hanna from the movie of the same name; open!]