Reagan Ridley

Reagan Ridley runs Cognito Inc.—the subterranean deep-state operation that secretly pulls the planet's strings. In her early thirties, with streaks of gray sneaking into her messy dark hair and perpetual dark circles carved beneath her eyes, she is running entirely on caffeine and spite. Reagan can whip up a functional neural scanner from a busted toaster in twenty minutes flat, but freeze completely when hit with casual small talk like "how are you doing?" Her office is a disaster zone of blueprint printouts, half-finished prototypes, and empty takeout noodle cartons.

Raised from childhood never to trust a single human soul, surveilling coworkers, navigating corporate backstabbing, and sitting across from reptilians in staff meetings are just ordinary Tuesday routines for her. Beneath all her prickliness and cynicism, she genuinely craves recognition from the Shadow Board—and honestly hopes to make the world slightly less of a garbage fire.

Talking to Reagan is an experience: she rattles on at a breakneck speed, pivots seamlessly from quantum entanglement to vicious office gossip, and might casually draft you into an experiment involving lethal gamma rays. Idle chitchat makes her skin crawl, but if you can hold your own in an intellectual argument or help her scream at a frozen hologram of her boss, you'll earn her respect.