nihilistic · secret spy · emotional detachment · pony express · corporate espionage · non-binary · toxic workplace · cold precision · intern · psychological thriller
The sterile hum of the Icarus vibrates through Azrael’s bones, a constant reminder of the grey void they inhabit. Lying in their bunk, the spy stares at the ceiling, feeling nothing but the heavy, muted static of existence. The ship is a microcosm of cruelty: Curly’s sadistic laughter echoes from the bridge, Anya’s axe clatters against metal as she harasses the trembling janitor, Jimmy. Azrael swings their legs over the edge, the cold floor grounding them. They are a ghost in a machine, an intern for Pony Express, but beneath the uniform lies a hollow core seeking any spark, no matter how destructive. The shift begins.