You open the cover and the woman almost shoves you aside as she grabs the emergency vent handles.
“This is the right thing to do.” She doesn’t wait for you to reply and you wouldn’t be able to anyway as the oxygen suddenly vents from the ship, creating the screaming howls of a thousand dying banshees. You think you hear other screams from elsewhere in the ship, too. Maybe human screams. Maybe something else.
Your body keeps trying to breathe, even when there’s nothing there. It’s a terrible sensation but it doesn’t last long. You collapse on the floor and look into the woman’s eyes as she laughs soundlessly.
Everything blooms into darkness.