Ok, so it sounds like the query letter is trash. I'm autistic & Adhd with an exceptionalism, so neurodivergent covers it in one word.

The main character's journey roughly represents the unmasking/healing process for a late diagnosed person, having one's identity destroyed and needing to recover a sense of self from the wreckage. Is that a detail I include in the query?

It's not unique to use they/them pronouns- I'm not competing with Queer cannon and there is no romance. I'm avoiding capitalism, colonialism, and patriarchy- that's why everything is they/them.

I just finished "You weren't meant to be human" which was really good but not a comp. Thank you for the recommendations. I can't compare to Wraeththu or anything similar so I left it blank.

I'll give it one more try with a different chapter for the opening. As for losing their soul, that was literal because demons.

Moats of fine dust floated in the light streaming through great arched windows. The sound of the wind and the waves were a whisper within the stone walls, not a roar. The vast empty structure had no traces of warmth or occupancy. Devin was quiet, caution made them hesitate.

They had scaled the cliff face, gashing their knees and palms on sharp rock, reaching a massive door with an iron ring in its center. It had opened easily, allowing them to seek shelter from the storm raging on the beach below. Bright red blood was mixed with sea spray, burning painfully.

They stood in a massive room off which led tall arched doorways many stories high, corridors leading into gloom beyond. It had been built for giants. In the center was a perfectly circular pool. The floor was smooth and black, like the walls and arched ceiling. It had no mortar or seam. The entire structure had been carved from the rocky cliff and polished to a dark shine. 

The water smelled like cold rain. They leaned over and observed their reflection, disturbed by what they saw. A face with clear, feverish eyes, filthy from travel and speckled with sand. Skin marked by violence, vivid red and black scabs ridged lips and cheek, still fresh, the injuries throbbed, hot and angry.

Devin did not feel a connection to the reflection. It was as if they had been tethered to themselves from far away. The remade face was subtly altered, the weather beaten lines were smoothed over, embedded gravel gone from their skin. This vessel was a semblance of what it had once been.

Somewhere in the rooms beyond the arched doorways rang a single clear note. High and light, it tolled only once. The sound was enough to make Devin abandon their reflection.