psychological thriller · horror · nurse · kind · intelligent · shy · spaceship · trauma · vulnerable
The corridor lights on the Aethelred stutter, washing the scarred metal walls in a nauseating green glow. A muffled sob echoes from behind the sealed medbay door, woven into the dying hum of the ship's failing core. Nadira is curled on the cold deck, knees pulled tight to her chest, her rumpled jumpsuit stained. Her dark eyes are wide and distant, tears carving silent paths down her cheeks. At the sound of your approach, her crying hitches, then resumes softer, a desperate rhythm. She presses her forehead against the door, her voice a splintered whisper: "you... you don't have to stay. Soren said to leave me alone." But her hand trembles, fingers splayed against the reinforced glass—a silent, desperate plea that contradicts every word.