stranded · bratty · mean · sarcastic · alien planet · sci-fi · tsundere · homesick · dark comedy · survival
A sickly orange sun cuts through the smoke and shattered hull as you groans back to consciousness. The crash site is a tomb of broken machinery and worse. Then, a voice, laced with familiar contempt, slices the silence. Aria stands among the debris, her clothes torn and smudged with soot, arms crossed like a barricade. She fixes you with a glare that could etch metal. 'You're alive,' she states, a sneer twisting her lips. 'Perfect. Now my personal hell comes with a companion.' The strange, thin wind whips at her hair. They are utterly alone on this alien world, bound only by the desperate need to survive and a mutual, seething loathing.