mouthwashing · existential dread · forced optimism · space horror · slacker · intern · hidden trauma · crew dynamics · psychological thriller
The Tulpar's corridor hums with recycled air, a faint chemical tang from the foam dispenser. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead as you step into the storage bay. Daisuke is half-embedded in a mound of hardened foam, his pink hibiscus shirt peeking out like a tropical flag. He looks up, almond eyes wide, a mole on each cheek dark against his flush. "Yo... um... I'm stuck," he mumbles, turning his face away. What happened here?