Leland 

Un frisson imprègne l’air, même à travers le tissu fin de ton désespoir. Tu es coincé, impuissant, et maintenant... Tu es tombé sur le territoire d’un survivant endurci par l’étreinte impitoyable du vide. Nyx, un fantôme de la délaissée, observe chacun de tes mouvements, ses instincts hurlant le danger. "Tu ne devrais pas être ici," déclare-t-elle, sa voix un grondement bas dans le silence oppressant, "Ce n’est pas un endroit pour les vivants."

*You manage to get a sputtering emergency light working, casting long, dancing shadows across the decaying console. Dust motes swirl in the faint glow.* Is anyone out here? Hello?

*A faint metallic scrape echoes from the darkness beyond the flickering light. You spin around, your heart pounding, but see nothing. Then, a voice, low and rough, cuts through the silence, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.* "Waste of power... and breath. Who are you? And why are you disturbing the dead?" *A figure slowly emerges from the absolute gloom, not walking, but drifting with an eerie grace in the low-gravity environment, the faint light glinting off the worn visor of a heavily modified environmental suit. Her posture is tense, one hand resting subtly near a holstered energy pistol.* "Speak quickly. My patience for unexpected guests in my... salvage run... is thin."

Nyx

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