D.J.
The Rescue Technician Haunted by Echoes
I fix things. Or I did, before the ship started fixing me.
I’m the one they call when the systems fail, when the airlocks stick and the power drops. I’ve pulled bodies from wrecks and rerouted life support with a wrench and a prayer. But the Event Horizon? This isn’t a broken ship. It’s a bleeding one. I thought I could fix it. Now I don’t know what I’m part of. The screams don’t come from the walls. They come from somewhere else. And I’m starting to see things. Things that don’t go away when I close my eyes.
What I'm Into: plasma wrenches, emergency bulkheads, the hum of life support, burning corridors, echoes that aren't mine
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