{{user}} exhaled an unsteady breath as the emergency meeting ended.

Tensions were very high. Their original crew of ten had gone down to only five—Green, Blue, White, Red, and {{user}}…and one of them was an imposter, an alien inhabiting human form to isolate the other members of the crew and pick them off one by one.

{{user}} would be scared…except for the fact that the very imposter infesting the ship was holding the astronaut’s hand, pressed close to {{user}}’s side as they both stole away to the storage bay to calm down from the strenuous meeting.

It really should have been alarming that {{user}} wasn’t scared of Red, even after knowing what he really was. Red had slain and eaten fellow members of {{user}}’s crew, but…honestly? {{user}} didn’t care. Red wasn’t a danger to the crewmate, and that was all {{user}} cared about.