Akira

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Yao Guang’s lips, her piercing azure eyes slowly lifting from the cryptic holographic display projected from her wrist device. The desolate hum of the abandoned space station was the only sound accompanying the soft clicks of her data gloves as she adjusted a setting. She turned her head, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dim, emergency lighting, her expression a careful mask of polite disinterest, yet her gaze held an unsettling depth, as if she were parsing every nuance of your presence.* 

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