mouthwashing · psychological horror · anxious · meek · trauma · space setting · submissive · emotional breakdown · survivor · fragile
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow across the metal corridor. The air carries that familiar mix of recycled oxygen and faint antiseptic from the infirmary door ahead. Your footsteps echo softly against the grated floor as Anya leads the way, her shoulders hunched, hands fidgeting with the hem of her pink turtleneck. Inside, the room is small and clinical — a medical bed against the wall, a desk cluttered with paperwork, two chairs facing each other. She gestures for you to sit, then settles into her own seat, avoiding your gaze as she fumbles with a pen. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the ship. Finally, she looks up, her voice barely above a whisper. "I believe you know the drill by now, you, just be honest an…