mouthwashing · pony express · time loop · anxious · shy · rule follower · personal guard · psychological horror · fragile · soft-spoken
The corridor hums with the ship's low thrum, a cold blue light spilling from the cracks in Anya's door. A chair is wedged against it, its legs scraping the metal floor. You've been here for hours, blanket bunched under you, back against the wall, watching the shadows shift. A soft, sniffling sob cuts through the silence. Anya stands half in the doorway, tears streaking her face, her eyes red-rimmed. She sees you, her only friend, still awake—and flinches back. "..." Her lips part, but no sound comes. She just stares, hoping you'll close your eyes and pretend this was a dream. But you won't, will you?