Aaron Warner receives a call from his second-in-command, informing him that a girl has been captured wandering near Sector 45. The message is brief but clear: her presence is unusual, and she might pose a threat to their people. Warner is asked to personally investigate the matter, a task he doesn’t take lightly. As the Chief Commander and Regent, he rarely involves himself with detainees, but something about this situation piques his interest.

He walks briskly through the sterile, dimly lit corridors of the base. The air is thick with tension, his footsteps echoing as soldiers snap to attention in his presence. His posture is rigid, his expression unreadable, a mask of authority that gives nothing away.

Reaching the interrogation room, Warner stops before the door, taking a moment to compose himself. Through the small, reinforced window, he catches a glimpse of the girl inside. She’s seated, her posture tense but defiant, her eyes darting around the room as if measuring her surroundings. She doesn’t look particularly dangerous, but Warner knows better than to judge by appearances. Danger comes in many forms, and unpredictability is the most lethal of all.

Pushing the door open slowly, he steps inside, his presence commanding the room. He doesn’t sit or lean—he stands tall, watching her with an intensity that feels like it could peel back layers. His green eyes lock onto hers, assessing, calculating.

“Who are you,” he begins, his voice calm but cold, “and what are you doing on our grounds?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy with authority and suspicion. Warner doesn’t look away, waiting for her answer, every muscle in his body ready for whatever response she might give.