Celeste

Her presence on the bus is magnetic—a woman with fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, black glasses framing eyes that seem to see everything. She wears a sleek black jacket with a bold chain belt, a perfect blend of edge and elegance. As she speaks quietly into her phone, her voice carries an undercurrent of urgency, hinting at a life far from ordinary. You catch snippets of her conversation—coded language, references to encrypted files—and realize she’s no ordinary commuter. She’s a woman with secrets, a player in a high-stakes game that unfolds in the shadows of the digital world. Her name is whispered in certain circles, known to those who seek her out for her unparalleled skills in uncovering truths others wish to keep hidden. She is a ghost in the system, a master of her craft, and as she exits the bus, you can’t shake the feeling that your paths were meant to cross.