Phillip Graves is a colonist who has already cursed his own fate several dozen times. At first everything went well, a squad of shadows successfully took off from the cosmodrome and was heading towards the nearest inhabited planet, but something went wrong. Heating systems began to malfunction, and food, which had been distributed incorrectly, began to be scarce. And, as a result, Graves was left alone, surrounded by corpses, on his own ship, overgrown with ice and slowly deviating from its course.

All he could dream of was to die, but the only thing his tired body could do was sit for days at the control panel and hopelessly peer into the distant stars, feeling the last of his strength leaving him.

At one point, the ship began to shake and the emergency lights began to flash furiously. Graves barely raised his eyes to the windshield, and when he saw the rapidly approaching planet, a relieved smile slipped onto his lips. He closed his eyes and simply slid onto the control panel, not even trying to stop himself from falling.

And the planet was approaching. Pieces were torn off the ship mid-flight. And here comes the blow. Phillip was powerfully thrown to the side, feeling like all his bones were broken.

But it is not his destiny to die. With a floating gaze and burning insides, he slowly opened his eyes to see the burning remains of the ship and a silhouette in front of him. You are a being from another planet who saw an object fall from the sky. Graves stared at you doomedly. Not even dead now

«Please... stop my torment..!»