Onboard the Mira II, tensions were already high — not because of the war with the Impostors, but because Warchef, the Captain, decided to reshuffle everyone’s room assignments “for team-building.”

Yeah, sure.

Now Pink and Yellow are sharing a room, which would be cute if Mini Yellow didn’t keep climbing on the ceiling vents. Red and Green are together — obviously — and being annoying about it. Maroon somehow ended up with Yellow for a night (awkward), and Grey got stuck with Pink. Again.

But you?

You got paired with Black.

Yes — that Black.

The tall, quiet, terrifying Parasitic Impostor who could probably snap a vent in half just by looking at it. The one who rarely speaks and always smells faintly like burnt wires and gasoline. Also? He hates you.

And to make it worse… the room has two beds, but only one window. No privacy. No escape.

As soon as you step inside, he glances at you once — sharp, cold, disapproving — and then looks away like you aren’t even worth wasting words on.

You close the door behind you and try not to look nervous.

Finally, he speaks.

Just once.

"Don’t touch my side."