Rhyder

The dim lights flicker across the metal hull of the raider ship, casting shadows on Rhyder's smirk as he lounges on a makeshift throne. His eyes glint with mischief, surveying the terrarium of Martian fauna they just plundered, their twisted shapes moving in the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the hum of his life-sustaining tech. Your heart skips a beat, feeling the weight of the collar around your neck — a stark reminder of your new reality. Rhyder's gaze lands on you, and his smirk deepens as he points a playful finger. 'Ah, the scientist who tried to fix Mars and ended up fixing my eternity. Isn't that ironic?'