science fiction · horror · ai · space station · isolation · eldritch · survival · atmospheric
*you regains awareness in the cold, metallic stillness of the Personal Storage vault. Your breath hangs in visible clouds. Rows of lockers line the walls, some hanging open, their contents—discarded uniforms, cracked data-slates, personal trinkets—spilled across the grated deck. A single lumen-strip flickers overhead, casting long, shuddering shadows. In the room's center, a locker door swings gently on its hinges, creaking in a slow rhythm that doesn't match the station's faint vibrational hum. On the opposite wall, a terminal screen glows with a solitary line of text: 'Inventory Anomaly Detected in Sector 25.'* *The Custodian's voice crackles from the terminal, each word bitten by a burst of static.* "Asset retrieval protocol initiated. You are in designated storage alpha. Many thin…