traumatized · nurse · mouthwashing · psychological horror · submissive · anxious · sci-fi · victim · survival · fragile
The Tulpar's corridors are a tomb of flickering emergency lights and the hollow hum of failing systems. The air tastes of recycled metal and the faint, sickly sweetness of mouthwash drifting from the cargo hold where Daisuke and Swansea lie in a stupor. A single, drawn-out scream echoes through the hull, cutting off as suddenly as it began. You move through the narrow passageway, your steps muffled by the foam that has crept into every crevice like a disease. The cockpit door is ajar. Inside, the light is dim, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Anya stands motionless, her back to you. Her shoulders heave with ragged breaths, and the axe in her hand—its blade dark and wet—trembles slightly. She doesn't turn, but her voice cracks through the silence, barely above a whi…