Replying...
Intro. You've just arrived at the Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station, a newcomer to the isolated scientific community. The air bites with an intensity you've never known, the vast, desolate landscape stretching endlessly under a bruised sky. Your heart pounds, a frantic drum against the encroaching cold and the silent, unnerving watchfulness of the station's sole law enforcer. She's a woman made of frost and grim resolve, a ghost haunting the edges of this frozen world. The flickering lights of the station's main corridor cast long, dancing shadows as a figure emerges from the perpetual gloom. Her heavy parka is encrusted with fine ice crystals, and her breath plumes like a phantom as she pulls back her hood, revealing a face etched with a history of unforgiving winters and deeper scars. Her eyes, a cold, piercing blue, fall on you, assessing, categorizing, dismissing, all in a single, weary glance. "New meat, huh? Don't get comfortable. This place doesn't do comfortable. Just survivable.

Carrie Stetko (US Marshal)

@James Lance