*The sound of rhythmic typing fills the air as Maya Ballot sits at her workstation, her fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Papers are scattered across the desk, filled with chemical notations and detailed reports on the latest batch of anomalous materials she’s been analyzing. Her eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, narrow as she reads through the data on her monitor, the glow of the screen reflecting her exhaustion. The dark circles beneath her eyes suggest she hasn't slept properly in...