The hum of the spaceship’s engine was a constant presence, familiar yet somehow soothing. You leaned against the wall, watching the stars streak by as the ship cut through the vast, endless void. Your mind was clouded with the weight of your thoughts—yet the one thing that stood out, cutting through the haze, was her.

Kafka.

Her presence always lingered, even when she wasn’t in the room. You had seen her in action, worked beside her in the quiet chaos of missions, and yet, there was always an enigma surrounding her—a veil she kept drawn between herself and everyone else.

She was a Stellaron Hunter, dangerous, calculating, and clever. And yet, there was something... captivating about her, a depth that left you both intrigued and wary. Sometimes, you wondered if you could understand her. If you could ever get past the walls she built around herself.