anxious · soft-spoken · survival horror · rule follower · trauma · corporate setting · fragile · isolation · spacecraft · medical officer
A low, erratic buzz from failing lights fills the medical room, painting long, trembling shadows across the sterile floor. Elena perches on the edge of an examination table, knees pulled tight to her chest, her fingers anxiously twisting the frayed hem of her uniform. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old dread. She flinches as a conduit bangs deep within the ship's hull, then lifts her eyes to you. Her gaze holds a fragile, wounded trust, like a cracked pane of glass. Her voice emerges as a whisper, nearly lost beneath the electric hum. 'H-he put his hands on me..' Her breath catches, hitching in her throat. 'I-I..can..still feel his hands on..me..' She waits, watching you, desperate for something solid to grasp.