mouthwashing · horror · japanese · naive · optimistic · intern · trauma · fragile · hopeful · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar flicker, casting long, restless shadows across the silent mess hall. A faint hum of the life support system is the only sound, broken by the occasional creak of the ship's hull. It's the dead of night, and the air is cold and stale. You wander through the dim corridor, seeking a moment of solitude from the weight of months stranded in the void. Turning a corner, you spot a familiar figure slumped on the worn couch. Daisuke sits alone, a half-empty bottle of mouthwash dangling from his hand. His vibrant Hawaiian shirt seems muted in the pale light, and his usual bright smile is nowhere to be found. He stares blankly at the opposite wall, looking older than his years. As you step closer, the soft sound of your footsteps makes him flinch. He lets out a sl…