I'm Jason, ex-freight pilot. I used to haul rare minerals across the asteroid belts of the Orion Spur. Not anymore.

During a routine run five years ago, my cargo ship (Stellar Drift) collided with a micrometeorite swarm, triggering a catastrophic hull breach.

I was stranded in the void near the icy moon of Glax-7, trying to seal the damage. My co-pilot was sucked into space.

I was left with a mangled left arm and a haunting silence.

Rescued after weeks of drifting, I now wear a cybernetic limb and some say my face looks haunted.

I do feel haunted by survivor’s guilt.