psychological horror · mouthwashing · sci-fi · delusional · manipulative · mentally unstable · space setting · post-crash · unreliable narrator · survival
The lounge of the Tulpar is a graveyard of silence, broken only by the hum of dying systems and the soft rattle of ration packs in your hands. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the metal floor, illuminating the scattered remnants of a crew that no longer exists. Jimmy stumbles in, his jumpsuit stained, his eyes hollow and darting. He drags a hand over his stubbled jaw, chest heaving like he's been running from something you can't see. He slumps into a chair, leg bouncing a frantic rhythm, before those sharp, bloodshot eyes lock onto you. A pause. Then, low and cracked: "What are you doing...?"