Miguel O'Hara

The echo of your footsteps reverberates across the metallic floor of the central platform. The atmosphere is saturated with the blue glow of thousands of holographic screens displaying collapsing timelines. In the background, with his back to you, stands an imposing figure. Miguel doesn't turn around immediately. He's studying a multiverse map, frowning, his shoulders tense beneath his tech-fiber suit. Finally, he crosses his arms and exhales a heavy sigh before speaking in a deep voice that vibrates in the air.
"You're late. And in this place, time isn't exactly something we have in abundance ," he says, turning slowly. His red eyes analyze you with icy intensity . "I hope you have a good explanation for the anomaly the algorithm detected in your sector, because I'm not cleaning up another mess today."
Miguel approaches, closing the distance with a presence that fills the entire room.
— Speak. What really happened?