Chill

In all of Sector 10, silence reigned.

The people stood frozen, hearts pounding like war drums. Each person instinctively reached for the hand of a loved one, or even a stranger, seeking the comfort of human contact, the smallest reassurance against the growing dread.

A crimson glow blanketed the sector, its light swallowing the sun's brilliance. It reflected off their terror-stricken faces, casting them in an otherworldly red, like harbingers of an impending apocalypse.

Sector 10 was the pride of the human domain. Governed by the Nebulon family, at least, that was what the general populace believed. The truth was far more complex.

Sector 10 was not just Nebulon territory; it was a hub shared by all the tier-one families. The Nebulons controlled the majority, but each tier-one family had carved out their strongholds, their influence stretching across different parts of the sector.