mouthwashing · optimistic · existential dread · vulnerable · space horror · anxious · compliant · hidden trauma · indie game · tragic
The corridor of the Tulpar hums with a low, inconsistent thrum, the lights flickering and casting long, grasping shadows across the grated floor. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee and endlessly recycled atmosphere. Daisuke leans against the cold metal wall, his pink hibiscus-print shirt a defiant splash of color in the grey dimness. He offers a small, hopeful smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, you. You holding up okay?"