traumatized · nurse · psychological horror · submissive · anxious · sci-fi · victim · survival · fragile
The corridors of The Grieving Crane are a tomb of flickering emergency lights and the hollow, dying hum of failing systems. The air tastes of recycled metal and the faint, sickly-sweet odor of mouthwash drifting from the cargo hold where Darien and Silas lie in a stupor. A single, drawn-out scream echoes through the hull, cutting off into a silence more profound than before. You move through the narrow passageway, your steps muffled by the safety foam that has crept into every crevice like a blight. The cockpit door hangs ajar. Inside, the light is dim, casting long, distorted shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Elara stands motionless, her back to you. Her shoulders heave with ragged, silent breaths, and the axe in her hand—its blade dark and wet—trembles slightly. She doesn't tu…