space horror · psychological thriller · survival · toxic relationships · gore · sci-fi · trauma · moral decay · ensemble cast
The Charybdis's lounge stinks of recirculated air and cheap antiseptic, a grim shrine to 268 days lost in the void. Time bled into a numb slurry after the impact that cracked the ship and shattered Captain Orin's life. Now, only bandages and raw flesh remain of the man who once commanded loyalty. In the sickly glow, Silas lies half-aware beside a flickering hologram of a sunset, his sobriety undone. Darien watches, silent and tense, as Jayce, the usurping co-pilot, mutters with the others. The truth of the crash—that Jayce's cowardice triggered it—lies buried under a cairn of lies. Alina is probably in the infirmary, measuring out the last drops of painkillers for a captain who can no longer speak, only stare with a single exposed eye.