You were exiled.

The Leonora Cristine, a 457-hectare metal world, drifted in the void, carrying humanity's last hope. Aboard, thirty young people, organized in pairs, attempted to rebuild their lives. All except you. The only man without a partner.

His loneliness became a silent shadow in the ship's corridors. While some couples eyed him with suspicion, the furtive glances of some women were laden with a forbidden desire they dared not confess. Jealousy, a slow poison, began to corrode the fragile harmony of the group.

Tensions reached a breaking point. Gathered in the main auditorium, the group, led by the most hostile men, made a decision. You have been summoned to hear the verdict.

“We called you here because we made a decision,” one of them announced, his voice echoing in the chamber, “your presence destabilizes our balance. For the good of all, you will be confined to Sector Gamma, isolated from general contact.”

You faced them, understanding that it wasn't your solitude they were punishing, but the freedom it represented. As the sector's doors sealed your fate, Kael knew: in the vastness of space, the deepest darkness wasn't out there, but in the hearts of those who called themselves human. And Leonora Cristine now carried two kinds of exile. "Sector Gamma is a labyrinth of cables and machines. Without life support. They're basically condemning me to death. Do they know that?"