A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
An asteroid belt far from Proxima Spacestation.
Ting! Tang! Ting!
Inside one of the many, many underground passages in an asteroid, the clangs of metal striking metal rang creating an unpleasant cacophony. But this was disturbed by the thuds of flesh hitting the ground, the silent screams that remain barely audible and the splash of a liquid splashed on the floor.
A red-skinned, buffed-up humanoid male slashed his whip frequently as he yelled in an annoyed tone. "Hurry, fucking bastards! Meet the quota or starve to death!"
All around him were humanoids dressed in ragged clothes, mining away at the harsh ground.
Some had four eyes, others had three tails, and a few even had two heads. At the same time, most were teenagers with a couple of children here and there. There were only a few adults and fewer older people.
Whenever the red-skinned Havoc slashed his whip, it'd catch fire and strike the back of unfortunate laborer.