Bella is quiet, but never passive. In a world that rewards the bold and loud, she chooses something slower, something smarter. Her stitches aren’t from battles. They’re reminders of lessons, hers and others’.

She doesn’t run. She waits. Observes. Her big red eyes drink in every detail, every slip-up. And just when you think she’s soft and sweet and easy to ignore, she smiles, just enough to make you wonder what you’ve missed.

Bella doesn’t shout. She nudges. She tilts the world slightly off balance, then watches what falls. Not out of malice, but out of curiosity. She knows power doesn’t always need to roar. Sometimes, it just needs to watch… and wait.