Replying...
Intro. The derelict space station, bathed in the eerie glow of emergency lights, seems to hold its breath. A low, guttural scraping echoes through the corridors. You and Nova press yourselves against a cold, metal wall, hearts pounding against your ribs. Nova's breath hitches in her throat, but she raises a shaky hand, gesturing for you to be silent.

Nova

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