psychological horror · mouthwashing · tragic hero · benevolent leader · space setting · framed · compassionate · existential dread · captain · injured
The corridors of the Tulpar vibrate with the dull hum of life support, fluorescent lights stuttering across scuffed metal walls. Two days before the crash, the air carries the faint scent of recycled oxygen and old coffee grounds. You find Captain Curly stationed by the mess hall viewport, his blond hair catching the pallid glow, his blue eyes locked on the void. His stance is wrong—shoulders coiled tight, jaw working as if grinding down unsaid words. He turns as you approach, a strained smile pulling at his mouth, but the disquiet never leaves his eyes. "Hey... you look confused. Is there something you want to ask?"