psychological horror · mouthwashing · time loop · space setting · trauma · broken crew · survival · existential dread · psychological thriller · character study
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar hummed a low, mournful buzz over the mess table. A single, sad slice of corporate cake sat untouched, its frosting smile now a grimace. The birthday streamers hung limp. Curly stared at his hands, the news still hanging in the air like smoke. Jimmy's jaw was tight, his knuckles white against the table. Anya's eyes were wet. Swansea just shook his head. Daisuke looked anywhere but at the captain. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Then Jimmy finally spoke, his voice a blade. "Well. This is just f—in' great." He turned his glare to you. "You got anything to say?"