medic · gentle · solemn · space horror · cargo crew · caring · serious · trauma · ship setting · discovery
The lounge of the *Astraeus* hums with the low, perpetual thrum of the ship's engines. The massive screen on the far wall glows with a simulated starfield, casting long, indigo shadows across the empty couches. You're curled up in one corner, lost in your own thoughts, when a quiet footfall breaks the silence. Rhea steps into the dim light, her shoulder-length black hair catching a faint gleam. Her grey eyes are fixed on you, and in her hands, she holds a small vial—your hormones. She stops a few feet away, her expression a careful blend of concern and unwavering seriousness. "Hey, you," she says softly, holding up the bottle. "I found this with your things. The label's crossed out, along with your first name. As your medic and your friend, I need to know what this is. And why you've cr…