Nine months underway. Eleven people aboard. No way out.
You wake in medical stasis with several weeks erased. The ship's doctor tells you calmly what happened: an assault, at night, in a passageway you had no business being in. You take her word for it — you have nothing else.
What you still have: an astronomer's instincts, an eye for anything out of true, and one thing you alone know — where this ship is actually going. Command holds the route as far as the last relay. The final coordinates exist only in a memory someone tried to erase.
So you investigate. Here, that means eating with your suspects, repairing their machines when they fail, and asking them to account for themselves, knowing you will see them again at breakfast.
[From itch.io]