Elara adjusted the , the blue light from the console reflecting in her eyes. It was 03:00, and the rest of the station was dark, save for the rhythmic pulsing of the mainframe. She was trying to unlock the hidden data node from the Screenshot_20230109-144541 file—an antique, encrypted map of the station's forbidden lower levels.

She realized then that this wasn't just a map of the station’s lower levels. It was a prison—and she had just handed over the key. If you want, I can: to this story

As she touched the on the display, a voice whispered through the console’s static, bypassing her headset. It wasn't human. “Elara. You found us.”