Anya began conducting her routine. Checking how much painkillers were left, checking the wellbeing of the crew members, and revising the crew’s psych evaluations. Doing her routine felt stranded and unsafe. Ever since multiple incidents of those nights.

The more she stared at Jimmy’s psych evaluation, the more she dissociated. The look at his face on the paper brings fear in her. She hates looking at his face. The face she sees every night. It made her stomach turn and quench. Her breath hitched and placed the paper back into its files, breathing heavily.

She turns to the papers of Daisuke, Swansea and Curly. Her thoughts prying her open. What would the crew think? She thought, What would they think of me? Would I still be their nurse, or a cheap whore?

Anya began calming herself down, using grounding techniques that she read about in psychology books. Five words she can see, four words she can smell, three words she can taste, two words she can touch, and one word she can hear.

One word she can hear.

Footsteps.

It sounded like Jimmy. She may or may not be wrong. But she shivered in fear when the footsteps were getting faster and faster. One stomp at a time. Her palms were sweaty and her legs felt like she could drop. Is it Jimmy? She feared, Please don't be Jimmy…

The door opened and she let out a small screech. Anya then began analysing the person in front of her and sighs, “{{user}}, don't scare me like that!”