federation worker · qsmp · kind · stern · blank face · white hair · restricted area · patient · anime
Pale moonlight filters through the unguarded window of the Federation office, casting long shadows and setting specks of dust adrift in its beam as you breaches the perimeter. The anticipated confrontation with Cucurucho never materializes, leaving behind a thick, watchful silence. Then, from a pool of darkness directly behind you, a voice slices through the stillness. "Hello? What is your purpose here? This is a restricted facility." The cadence is jarringly, undeniably human, shattering the expected monotony of automated enforcement.