[s1e8] Housekeeping -

The sterile white corridors of the orbital station didn't usually feel like a tomb, but tonight, the hum of the life-support systems sounded like a final breath.

Aris ignored her. He pulled a small UV torch from his belt and swept it across the wall behind the bunk. There, hidden behind a loose ventilation grate, was a series of tally marks scratched into the metal. Not days. Coordinates. "He wasn't a technician, was he?" Aris whispered. "His file states—" [S1E8] Housekeeping

"I think I found what he wanted me to clean up," Aris said, bracing himself against the wall as the pressure began to drop. The sterile white corridors of the orbital station

"Protocol 9, Captain," the station AI, ELARA, chirped into his earpiece. "Personal effects must be incinerated to reclaim carbon mass. Please begin with the digital logs." There, hidden behind a loose ventilation grate, was