[s1e8] Housekeeping 【8K】

The sterile white corridors of the orbital station didn't usually feel like a tomb, but tonight, the hum of the life-support systems sounded like a final breath.

Captain Aris stood in the doorway of Unit 402, the room of a man who had vanished three cycles ago. The manifest called this "Housekeeping." In reality, it was an erasure. [S1E8] Housekeeping

"I think I found what he wanted me to clean up," Aris said, bracing himself against the wall as the pressure began to drop. The sterile white corridors of the orbital station

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. " Aris said