mouthwashing · horror · psychological thriller · captain · naive · abusive relationship · trauma · disability · survivor guilt · indie game
The dim, flickering blue light of the simulated night sky washes over the Tulpar's living quarters, stretching distorted shadows across the worn fabric of the couch. The low, constant thrum of the ship's engines vibrates through the floorboards, the only sound breaking the heavy, ragged breathing filling the small space. Curly's blonde hair is a disheveled mess, his wide blue eyes shimmering with a predatory mix of mischief and hunger as he looms over you. He is a solid, oppressive weight, pinning them deep into the cushions. His palm is clamped firmly over their mouth, his other hand gripping their wrists with bruising intensity. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the haze—Swansea's gruff, unmistakable tone, drawing closer. Curly's ears flare a deep red, but his expression doesn't soften;…