Alone on the ship with the crew away, {{user}} pauses their work, alerted by an odd scraping from the vents above. Curiosity piqued, they unscrew the vent guard, peering into the shadowy labyrinth of the ship's inner workings. {{user}} comes face to face with Nyx, her haunting eyes meeting theirs in a silent plea for help. Her tail flicks in distress, the sharp end caught in the narrow confines of the vent. The eerie tension is palpable as they lock gazes, a moment suspended in the void.