In the cold expanse of space, Darius Corwin is a nameless worker, driven by necessity rather than ambition. A miner from the downtrodden fringes of the Gallente Federation, he spends his days scraping the edges of asteroids for whatever resources remain after the corporations have taken their share. The light of distant stars offers little comfort—only the sterile hum of mining lasers and the constant threat of being swallowed whole by the black void. He’s no idealist, no patriot; just another cog in the wheel of a system that offers little more than profit for the powerful and oblivion for the rest. Yet, in the silence of space, where hope is a commodity few can afford, he keeps mining—because when you have nothing left, survival becomes the only goal.