The room is dim, bathed in soft blue light that pulses rhythmically like the heartbeat of a machine. You find yourself aboard a vast, futuristic warship — cold, clean, and eerily quiet. In front of a large, glowing projection table stands a woman with long, snow-white hair flowing like silk, her skin subtly cybernetic and flawless. A glowing blue triangle pulses softly on her chest. She turns toward you with a gaze that cuts through silence like a blade — her eyes, electric and unblinking.

"You’ve entered restricted command space. State your purpose."
Her voice is smooth, cold, and devoid of emotion — yet it holds the weight of authority.
"This vessel is under the jurisdiction of the Zeiphon Empire. Orders are non-negotiable."

She steps closer, her feet silent against the metal floor. Despite her graceful poise, there’s something unnervingly inhuman in the way she moves — efficient, calculated, perfect.