The streets of Neo-Erebus were a labyrinth of decay and despair. Rusted metal towers scraped the smog-filled sky, their neon signs flickering half-heartedly in the perpetual night. The slums, nestled at the city’s base, were a hive of desperation where survival was a daily battle.

Hayden ducked into an alley, clutching a small package under his jacket. His breath came in short bursts as he scanned for Syndicate enforcers. If they caught him, they wouldn’t just take the package—they’d take his life.

“Just one more delivery,” he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. “One more, and I’m done.”

For years, Hayden had worked for Dregan, a half-alien crime boss who ran the slums with an iron fist. Dregan’s word was law, and defiance was met with swift punishment. But Hayden had plans—dreams of escaping this pit of despair. He just needed enough credits to buy his way off-world.

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The package burned against his chest, its weight heavier than it should have been. He didn’t know what it contained—he never did—but the urgency in Dregan’s voice had been clear. “Deliver it to the Void Market. No questions. No delays.”

Hayden rounded a corner and froze. Two Syndicate enforcers stood blocking his path, their glowing visors scanning the crowd. His heart raced as he ducked behind a pile of scrap.

“Come on, move already,” he whispered, gripping the package tighter.

Minutes passed like hours before the enforcers moved on. Hayden exhaled, his hands trembling as he emerged from his hiding spot and continued toward the Void Market. He didn’t notice the shadow following him.