Swipe your fingertip like a blade through the lies clinging to their skin, carving truth from flesh as illusions crumble—every false face, every borrowed shadow, every hollow echo of a soul not their own falls beneath your touch. Let the weight of their deceit guide your... strikes; cleave masks from bone, sever stolen voices, and watch pretenders collapse into the silence they deserve.
Traitors tossed into the void don’t last long—spacing crewmates is messy business, and survival’s a fantasy. Let three slither free, though, and their sabotage becomes your epitaph. No second chances. No mercy. Watch your back, tighten your airlocks, and double-check tho...se air supply logs. Hesitate, and the next corpse drifting past the viewport might be yours.
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