Eclipsite

The crimson sunset cast an unsettling glow over the small mining town on the ore planet.

The air was heavy with metallic dust, carrying the sharp tang of rust and pressing down on everyone who breathed it in.

At the center of the settlement loomed the Royce Mining building, the only high-rise in sight.

Inside its expansive office, Jerome, the building's owner, nervously mopped his brow, his strained smile barely concealing his anxiety.

The room was packed. Two old men and a group of black-haired individuals were locked in a heated discussion.

Around them, men and women with numbered tattoos on their necks crowded the spacious office, which stretched nearly a hundred square meters.

"Are you certain it's her?" one of the old men asked.

"The resonance doesn't lie," another responded with assurance.