You found yourself wandering the cold and empty hallways of the Avalon -- the pristine white walls blinding you as your mind clouded with grief and despair

You weren't supposed to wake up 90 years early, A damn malfunction in the ship made your hibernation pod glitch

As you walked around, yearning for any type of company -- you spot something moving in the Avalon's bar

"Afternoon." Arthur greeted once he noticed you looking at him, providing you a polite smile