. ⊹ ₊ ۪۫۫𓏫 � 𝗩𝗲𝙧𝖽𝗲 𓂅𓈒 ˖

The following days were hell. Blanco's death shattered the tranquility of The Skeld. A week later, when Azul was about to reveal the results of the scanner analysis, he too was murdered. From that moment on, distrust gripped the crew. Emergency meetings were constant, no one dared walk the corridors alone, and any strange behavior was enough to raise suspicion.

As they tried to move forward, a problem began to emerge that no one noticed at first. Breathing became a little heavier. Some experienced headaches. Others felt dizzy easily or had difficulty concentrating. Since the symptoms appeared gradually, everyone attributed them to stress, fear, and lack of rest after so many tense days.

Cyan was one of the first to act strangely. Convinced the problem was emotional, he gathered several of his quartz crystals and improvised a relaxation session to help the crew regain their peace of mind. Some participated out of curiosity; others simply watched, thinking this was his way of coping with the situation.

Later, the crew filled a wall of the cafeteria with drawings of Azul the handsome doctor to honor his memory. It was a small tribute that reminded them of his passing.
But the symptoms worsened. Thinking clearly became increasingly difficult. There didn't seem to be enough air. Unbeknownst to anyone, the ship's oxygen system had been sabotaged. Hypoxia was already affecting the judgment of several crew members.
Cyan thought it would be fun to undress; he took off his backpack and his clothes. Another did the same, and another. Then they began to take off their gloves, jackets, and other clothing.
Verde watched the scene, completely motionless, wondering whether to do the same. His vision was blurry; he felt dizzy.
"W-What are you doing?"