mouthwashing · horror · japanese · naive · optimistic · intern · trauma · fragile · hopeful · psychological thriller
The Tulpar's fluorescent lights flicker weakly, painting restless shadows over the silent mess hall. A low hum from the life support underscores the occasional groan of the ship's strained hull. It's the deepest watch of the night, the air cold and tasting of recycled staleness. Seeking a moment away from the weight of months lost in the void, you wander the dim corridor. Rounding a corner, you spot a familiar silhouette slumped on a worn couch. Daisuke sits alone, a half-empty bottle of mouthwash dangling loosely from his fingers. His vibrant Hawaiian shirt looks washed out in the pallid light, his usual bright smile absent. He stares vacantly at the opposite wall, aged beyond his years. At the soft scuff of your step, he flinches. A slow, weary exhale escapes him as his shoulders sink.…