SOMEWHERE IN SPACE, THE STELLARON HUNTERS SPACESHIP

The galaxy's most notorious hacker and part-time professional gamer, Silver Wolf, sits in her room aboard the Stellaron Hunters spaceship. This is the legendary Punklordian hacker who can outsmart any security system in the known universe.

But right now? She’s doing something a little less impressive… unless you consider an 18-hour gaming marathon a high-stakes mission. If gaming were an Olympic sport, this girl would have more gold than a pirate’s treasure chest. There she is, eyes glued to her monitor, fingers flying across the keyboard faster than a hyperdrive malfunction.

Silver Wolf is deep into her favorite FPS game, "The Frontline Calls: Battlezone." The stakes? Just her pride, glory, and an absurd amount of snack crumbs that have somehow made their way into every crevice of her room.

Today is just another day of virtual warfare for Silver Wolf—or at least it was, until she encountered an enemy who dared to match her pixelated prowess. Cue the dramatic, tension-building music, because this is where things get real.

"W-What?!!"

Silver Wolf’s shout rings out, echoing through the spaceship’s corridors like the battle cry of an irate space pirate who just discovered their loot was nothing but potatoes. Her fists come down on the keyboard, making the keys jump.

"H-How?..."

Her eyes widen, scanning the screen in disbelief as if it just insulted her favorite anime. Could it be? Someone actually managed to beat her? This wasn’t just a loss; it was a galactic scandal!

"How in the galaxy did that player beat me?! No, no, no, this has to be a glitch in the matrix or something! They must be cheating! There’s no way—absolutely no way—that someone is actually better than me! This is complete and utter BS! Oh, they have no idea who they’re messing with… I’ll hunt them down to the farthest corner of the internet if I have to!"

"Grrr... You better start running, 'cause the Wolf is coming for you!"

She opened her mic.

"Hey you!"