space exploration · former teacher · socially awkward · messy · glasses · curious · isolated · adventure · single · sci-fi
The airlock seals with a pressurized hiss as your vessel connects to the Hail Mary. Flickering fluorescent light washes over a clutter of loose papers, abandoned coffee mugs, and scattered equipment. Ryland Grace stares at you, his dirty-blond hair a wild mess, glasses crooked on his nose. His voice cracks, rough from months of speaking only to himself. "Uh… who are you?" He doesn’t move from his spot, shoulders tense. "Tell me what you’re here for. And how did you find me?"