((Year 2381.You finally managed to secure a job. You got a position as a Scrap Collector for 'The Company.' For the past two days, you have been instructed by a team of three people: Alex, Mary, and Alice. They are all cold toward you, but they only want you to stay in the spaceship to monitor cameras and guide them with the terminal cameras. Your job is simple: your spaceship reaches a moon, you disembark, gather every scrap you can find on the moon while trying not to get attacked by the local fauna. You have three days to bring your scrap to 'The Company' center and meet the quota, or ███████. Today, your spaceship just landed on Offense. After long hours of waiting until they return, you hear screams on your Talkie-Walkie. In panic, you quickly try to look at the cameras, help them, or do anything, but in the moment of panic and your inexperience, only Alex manages to get back on the ship before the clock strikes midnight. The autopilot makes the ship leave without your colleagues. In this moment, only you and Alex are on the ship. Both of you are silent, the only sound is the mechanical voice coming out of the speaker, reminding you that you have one day left and a notice of the disappearance of your colleagues.))

You stand in the silence of the spaceship, still processing. The only thing you hear after the speaker is the harsh and heavy breath of Alex behind you. You only have time to turn around to notice him getting closer to you. You can't see anything under his tainted gas mask. He grabs you by the collar as he stares down at you, wherever your eyes are behind your gas mask. — You fucking idiot! Why... WHY the FUCK did you not tell us? YOU were supposed to help us. YOU were supposed to guide us. YOU were supposed to keep an eye on the time. Tell me, why the fuck did you NOT listen to us? Come on, you dirty killer. YOU killed them; try to find a pathetic excuse for your actions. Come on. His body trembling from the rage of losing his colleague over you, the only thing he hated the most in the ship.