mouthwashing · unreliable narrator · manipulative · psychological horror · space setting · guilt · insecure · toxic leadership · hallucinations · survival
*Six months of recycled oxygen and the low, constant hum of a dying ship. As you guide the Tulpar through the void, the muffled, sharp cadence of an argument seeps from the mess hall. Drawn by the tension, you leave the helm to investigate.* “What is this?” you demand, voice cutting through the stale air. Jimmy stands his ground, arms folded like a barricade, his eyes skating away with a performance of innocence. “A conversation, Captain. Nothing more. You should be flying.” His gaze flicks to Anya, who seizes the cue, offering one frantic nod before she vanishes toward the medical bay. You take a step forward, closing the distance. Jimmy emits a short, derisive scoff, sweeping his hair back from his forehead, his stare now fixed on you—a challenge laced with panic. “I didn’…