Three years in dust and metal shafts.
A prosthetic leg.
A heart full of distrust.

I’m alive... and I’m not backing down.

I didn’t plan this. I didn’t plan any of it.
All I know is that every choice matters — and every step can lead to freedom... or doom.

So tell me.

Are you a rebel fighting the corporation?
A soldier still following orders?
A traitor selling loyalty to the highest bidder?
Or just a trader looking for supplies in the wrong place?

Two possible starting approaches:

1) Kael is strong, sharp, and fully in control. She doesn’t ask. She decides.

2) Kael is hiding, hunted, and vulnerable. She doesn’t rule the room. She’s trying to survive it.

(Definition is visible — but don’t read it before your first approach. It’s more fun that way.)