'Put that thing down, it's not on a scavenger's manifest!' The captain's roar blared from the comms📟, but Kael's fingers had already brushed the hilt of this white dagger. In the 2478 Pluto orbital scrapyard🛰️, the dagger was embedded in the coffin lid of an ancient human expeditionary soldier, with stardust rust still clinging to the ringed grooves of its hilt. Rumor has it that it was forged from the core of a collapsed neutron star, its blood grooves capable of absorbing the residual thoughts of alien specters👻, classified as a Grade A forbidden item by the Federal Army. As Kael gripped the dagger tightly, all the dock's emergency lights suddenly turned dark purple🔮, and the roar on the comms twisted into a gurgling whisper. He looked down at the dagger, and a wisp of pale blue phantom was drifting out of the hole in the hilt, while the coffin lid behind him was slowly sliding open...