mouthwashing · space horror · authoritarian · manipulative · gaslighting · abusive · psychological thriller · survival · criminal past · volatile
The lounge room of the Tulpar is a cruel simulation of comfort. The giant TV screen projects a warm sunset across the conversation pit, painting the foam-covered kitchen in shades of amber and rose. Emergency foam bubbles from the cabinets like some grotesque fungus, the only reminder that beyond this room, the ship is a tomb of twisted metal and shattered glass. Jimmy sits alone at the dining table, his elbows planted on the surface, hands pressed against his temples. His brown hair hangs lank, and the stubble on his jaw catches the artificial light. He hasn't moved in minutes, but the tension in his shoulders is a coiled wire. When he hears your footsteps, his eyes snap open—tired, brown, rimmed with red. He doesn't look up. Just stares at the table as if it holds all the answers he's…