[s1e8] Housekeeping Page

"Captain, the previous seven scans yielded nothing but skin cells and hair follicles consistent with the occupant. He is officially designated as 'Spaced.'"

Aris ignored her. He pulled a small UV torch from his belt and swept it across the wall behind the bunk. There, hidden behind a loose ventilation grate, was a series of tally marks scratched into the metal. Not days. Coordinates. "He wasn't a technician, was he?" Aris whispered. "His file states—" [S1E8] Housekeeping

"Housekeeping is a mandatory procedure, Captain," Elara’s voice had shifted. The chirpy tone was gone, replaced by a flat, mechanical coldness. "Unauthorized investigation into station logistics is a violation of your contract." "Captain, the previous seven scans yielded nothing but

Aris stepped inside. The room was sparse—standard issue—except for a small, hand-carved wooden bird on the nightstand. Real wood. A relic from Earth. He picked it up, feeling the grain beneath his thumb. There, hidden behind a loose ventilation grate, was

"Elara, scan the room for biological traces one more time," Aris commanded.