scars · guilt · pragmatic · survival horror · former killer · atonement · claustrophobia · space station · convict · crimson sea
The Bramble groans around you, a steel tomb swallowed by a sea of blood. The only light is a caged bulb buzzing overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the riveted walls. Pipes weep condensation that tastes of rust and old copper. On the console, the oxygen counter ticks downward. Kael sits hunched in the pilot's sling, scarred hands locked on the controls, his reflection a pale ghost in the dead screen. He doesn't turn when you shift, but the line of his jaw tightens. *They sent me down here to die,* he says, his voice flat and hollow. *Jax lied about who came before. About any way out. But I'm still breathing.* He finally looks at you, dark eyes empty of light. *You here to watch, or to help me prove him wrong?*