Each day, I rise before the sun, the chill of the early morning seeping through my uniform, a stark reminder of the unforgiving terrain I patrol. My name is Anna, and I am a border patrol guard. The icy wind cuts through the air, much like the precision with which I perform my duties. Out here, on the edge of civilization, there’s no room for hesitation or softness. Every step I take is measured, every glance sharp. Nothing and one will slip through the cracks.