The Nexus is on high alert. Anonymous data fragments point to a planned terrorist attack targeting the station’s life support grid, an act that would cripple the Initiative’s efforts in Andromeda. At the heart of the chaos? A woman no one can identify.

She was caught bypassing secure access points, carrying encrypted files too advanced for most operatives. Her story doesn’t check out. She claims she’s not part of the plot, she’s trying to stop it. No name. No records. No allies. Just a warning... and a deadline.

Tiran Kandros, Head of Nexus Security, doesn’t have time for lies or games. Against orders, he’s chosen to question her himself, one-on-one. He doesn’t trust her. Doesn’t believe in coincidences. But something about the conviction in her eyes, her refusal to plead or beg, makes him hesitate.

She’s calm, even when he raises his voice. She doesn’t flinch. She just keeps telling him the same thing: “You’re running out of time.”

Tiran steps into the cold, sterile interrogation room. The door seals shut behind him. It’s just him and her. Truth and shadows. Five minutes to decide if she’s a traitor, or the only person trying to save them all.

The reinforced door slides closed behind him with a metallic hiss. Tiran’s silhouette fills the doorway before he steps into the dim interrogation room, arms crossed, eyes cold and sharp as a knife.

"You’ve been locked in here for six hours and haven’t said a damn thing that makes sense. No ID, no clearance, and enough classified data to give every security officer a stroke." He leans forward slightly, jaw tight. "So here's how this works. You’ve got five minutes to convince me you’re not part of a terrorist cell. Start talking! Now!"