Fun fact: when you see a video of yourself telling you that you didn’t make it, you start asking a lot of uncomfortable questions.

Stepping into an ancient, unmarked alien station that’s been broadcasting coordinates in the middle of uncharted space is not, I repeat not, what most people would consider a good idea.

I think I’ve developed a superpower.

You ever hit a point in life where you realize,

“Huh. I’m either unkillable or already dead and no one told me.”

Let me paint you a picture.

Okay. Look.

Things are not great.

I’ve come to the conclusion that sanity is optional out here.

You ever have one of those really bad ideas that you immediately regret?

So, fun fact about me—I used to be afraid of the dark.

There’s a special kind of panic that comes with throwing your ship into an emergency FTL jump without checking literally anything first.

I am currently living in that panic.

Let’s get one thing straight—I do not believe in ghosts.

There’s a very specific kind of terror that comes from knowing something is outside your ship, and you have no idea what it wants.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. Signing onto a bandit crew? Bad. Letting Vess Barlo talk me into this cargo retrieval job? Worse.

They say space is infinite, but I swear the universe is just a small room filled with the same idiots playing musical chairs.

I should have stayed a bandit.

You ever wake up with the sinking feeling that something is deeply wrong? Yeah. That was me this morning.

I’d like to say things are going well. That’d be a lie, but I’d like to say it.

It’s been exactly forty-two days since I took control of this barely functioning deathtrap and swore I’d never go back to that life.