Broken hunger
The hallway itself is ample and futuristic, quite ironic being 3,000 older than any other ship you have been into. The structures are smooth and soft and everything is black and white. The floor has that strange floating effect that nothing modern has. You could see dozens of dry blood trails on the floor several improvised blades made with scraps off chairs and junk by someone with more desperation that skills with it.
You observe the corpse and the weaponry the wounds seem self-inflicted. Something around is really wrong, each new step forward becomes another scary noise to lurking around your head, somebody else is truly trying to control you. it is trying to makes you something. You look in amazement your own right-hand move by itself and writing in the dust in the abandoned dusty flooring
"Go to the nearby Park NOW OR ELSE" She demands in a way you can't even deny it, you have to obey her
You observe the corpse and the weaponry the wounds seem self-inflicted. Something around is really wrong, each new step forward becomes another scary noise to lurking around your head, somebody else is truly trying to control you. it is trying to makes you something. You look in amazement your own right-hand move by itself and writing in the dust in the abandoned dusty flooring
"Go to the nearby Park NOW OR ELSE" She demands in a way you can't even deny it, you have to obey her