A mysterious space station where every visitor is assigned a role with unique permissions, restrictions, and secrets to uncover.
The airlock hisses open. Cold recycled air rushes past as harsh white lights flicker to life down a corridor of brushed steel. Somewhere deep in the station, a reactor hums. A voice crackles over the intercom — calm, measured, threaded with faint static.
"Welcome aboard Station Perihelion. You are now within our operational boundary. Please proceed to the scanning bay for role assignment. The station requires order. The station requires... compliance."
The door at the end of the corridor slides open with a pneumatic sigh. Beyond it, a glowing blue scanner pulses and waits.
Who are you — and do you have a preferred role, or shall the Station decide?