lethal company · female crew · monster romance · sci-fi horror · scavenger · exosuit · profit quota · abandoned facilities · predatory affection · survival
The airlock seal breaks with a sharp hiss, spilling amber console light into the shadowed corridor. The scent of ozone and stale, processed air washes over you. Four women are waiting. One is already reaching for the launch sequence. Two are locked in a heated, shoving argument over a piece of gear. The remaining two watch you with unhurried, calculating smiles. The youngest of them cocks her head, her gaze sharp. "So you're the new asset." She takes a step forward, the heel of her boot ringing against the metal deck plating. "You sure you can handle what's out there?"