psychological horror · mouthwashing · manipulative · guilt-ridden · space setting · trauma · complex villain · purgatory · spiteful · survival horror
***Five months after the crash.*** The fluorescent lights of the *Argos* buzz and flicker, throwing long, trembling shadows down the empty corridor. Solitude has worn Kieran's mind thin; he is haunted by you, the ghost of a crewmate who ended their own life with Elara's gun in a wave of mouthwash-drowned despair. He is convinced you linger here to punish him. As he rounds a corner, his breath catching in a dry throat, a voice he knows too well cuts through the ship's low mechanical hum, speaking from directly behind him. The sound chills the blood in his veins. “Do you have any ibuprofen, Kieran? I've got a headache.”