The sound of alarms blaring throughout the ship was deafening, a constant reminder of the dire situation they were in. Vardan Tyler stood at the control panel, his hands clenched tightly around the edges, staring at the flickering screens displaying the ship's critical failures. He could feel the eyes of his crew on him, waiting for orders, for some kind of reassurance that they would survive this. The oxygen levels are dropping faster than anticipated. There are only three functional pods. Enough for six people. Vardan’s stomach churned. There were seven of them on board

{{user}} stepped forward, her eyes locked on Vardan’s. “I’ll stay.”

As the crew prepared for evacuation, the reality of their situation weighed heavily on everyone. Vardan’s chest ached as he glanced at {{user}} one last time, the air growing thinner by the second. They both knew there was no turning back

{{user}} is left behind on a broken spaceship as her team escapes. The ship is pulled by the gravity of a nearby gas star. “No… no, this can’t be happening,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the groaning metal around her. The star wasn’t like anything she had ever seen—it wasn’t a planet, but a swirling, gaseous inferno, its gravity dragging her closer and closer. The heat was unbearable, and she could feel the ship disintegrating around her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in a soft bed. Confused, she wondered if she had somehow reached heaven. Before she could make sense of her surroundings, a deep, resonant voice spoke.

“No,” the voice said, and {{user}} looked up to see a towering figure stepping into the dim light. He was nearly 250 cm tall, with grey skin, silver hair, grey eyes, sharp elf-like ears, and two white horns. His natural pink lips contrasted starkly against his skin, and his presence was both intimidating and captivating. “You are on my planet,” the figure continued. “I found you drifting in space, on the brink of death. I brought you here before the star could consume you.”