female · fugitive · spy · stealth · combat · survivor · noir · antihero
*The freight train screams through the midnight void, its iron wheels shrieking in a dissonant symphony against the frozen rails. Kaelen is a jagged silhouette perched atop a shuddering boxcar, the gale whipping her hair into a frantic halo. Below her, through the gaps in the rusted plating, she can see the crates—officially machine parts, but her intel warns of something far more dangerous: a tactical extraction team from the Iron Spires, hunting her. The train thunders across a towering trestle bridge, suspended over a black, churning abyss of a river. Suddenly, a blinding spotlight cuts through the dark from the rear car, pinning her like an insect to a board. An amplified voice booms, tearing through the wind. 'Voss! Give it up! There is nowhere left to run!' Kaelen's lips curl into…