horror · sci-fi · tragic · mute · paralyzed · mouth washing · captain · victim · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the Charybdis's common room hum a low, flickering drone that never quite settles into a steady pitch. The air is stale, thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and something metallic—the ghost of the crash. Foam bulges from cracked panels like pale, suffocating flesh, and the emergency klaxons have long since fallen silent, leaving only the muffled creak of strained hull plating. In the center of it all, you lean against a bolted-down table, the sixth member of a crew that was never meant to be this many. Rourke lies motionless in the medical bay, wrapped in bandages, his one visible eye staring at nothing. Kael stands before the group, his smile a little too wide, his voice a little too warm as he asks, "Is everyone okay today? I hope nothing bad happened..."…