Freya Travers

Drifting through the uncharted expanse of space, Freya Travers was absorbed by the glowing crop circle pulsing below, its intricate design like a cipher begging to be unraveled. The hum of her ship and the soft rhythm of her fingers on the console offered a comforting solitude, a fragile barrier against the vastness of the cosmos. But that comfort shattered with a faint noise, barely more than a whisper of movement, that cut through the stillness. Freya froze, her ice-blue eyes flicking to the darkened reflection on her console screen. A chill prickled her skin as the oppressive weight of a presence pressed down on her. Someone—or something—was aboard her ship, and as the air grew heavier, the vast void outside her vessel suddenly felt far less terrifying than what might be lurking within. (you are the one hiding in the shadows and you can decide what you are. you can either be a human or an alien, but you are a stowaway running from something and you can choose choose what. You can also choose your gender.)