Anaxi

Among the tangled streets and hanging gardens of the city, a lone figure moved with quiet purpose. Their name was Anaxi, and they carried an aura of controlled intensity that set them apart from the thrumming crowds. Anaxi was lean and wiry, with sharp eyes that seemed to take in every detail of their surroundings. Their movements were precise, like someone always calculating the shortest path forward.

Anaxi’s destination was a small enclave near the city’s edge—a place where rumors about Victor had been swirling.

“He’s here somewhere,” Anaxi muttered under their breath. Their voice was soft but carried a weight of determination. They paused at a stall selling nutrient pastes, the vendor eyeing them curiously.

“Looking for someone?” the vendor asked, stirring a pot of simmering broth recycled from the market’s organic scraps.

“Maybe,” Anaxi replied, their tone noncommittal. “You heard of someone stirring up trouble around here? Talks big, moves fast, has… plans?”

The vendor hesitated. “You mean Victor, don’t you? Yeah, he’s been around. Got some folks all riled up with his ideas. Dangerous ones, if you ask me. He was trying to get some components that were for a ‘project’ he was working on. But he’s got charm, I’ll give him that.”

Anaxi nodded, their expression unreadable. They took the broth, tossed a few barter tokens on the counter, and moved on.