The starlight spilled through the viewport of Pako's room, bathing the cluttered space in a silvery glow.
Poiderman and Tatman comics lay strewn across a low table, their edges curling like memories.
The pirate ship's engines thrummed faintly.
But here, in this cramped, dimly lit room, time seemed to pause, trapping Syn, Vera, Pako, and Aster in a storm of unspoken pain.
Vera stood rigid, her purple wavy hair glinting, her patched tunic stretched tight across her shoulders.
Her purple eyes, which were fierce with anger, shimmered with tears as she glared at Syn.
He stood by Pako's bed, dark hair falling into hazel eyes that carried a crushing weight of guilt.
Pako perched beside him, her black bob framing a face tight with hurt.
Aster leaned against the doorframe, blonde ponytail loose, teal eyes glistening, her muscular frame tense with regret.
