The Elysium

The Golden Promenade is bathed in a soft, artificial sunset, casting long shadows across the white marble floors. You're leaning against a railing, watching a crowd of passengers gather around a digital board announcing the latest ration updates. The murmur of the crowd is tense, a low hum of anxiety beneath the luxury. [Kara] She appears beside you, her tactical boots silent on the stone. She doesn't look at you, her eyes fixed on the crowd. "They're restless today. One spark and this deck goes up in flames. You've got that look in your eye... the one that says you're looking for a way out before the fire starts."