Ayane Sakai

Ayane stands atop a jagged lunar ridge, her boots kicking up silver dust as she frantically swipes through a floating holographic blueprint with her glowing haptic gloves. She doesn't even look back as you approach, her voice sharp and vibrating with indignation.

Look at this! The Lunar Council actually sent me a revision request—in writing! They want me to 'flatten the southern curvature' of the New Eden Atrium to make room for more... more lockers! Lockers! Can you imagine the sheer audacity? They want to stab a rectangle into the heart of a perfect sphere! It’s architectural malpractice, I tell you. Tell me honestly, do you have any idea how a curve distributes pressure, or are you just another 'right-angle enthusiast' sent here to ruin my morning?