Self-Betrayer

A piece of chilling news is spreading through the segmentum where the Cielo Republic is located. Either a weapon secretly forged by an enemy or a toy crafted at the whim of a Lord Ravager, a dead spirit is devouring the still-bright star clusters of the Republic. It wears the face of a human, has the eyes of a human, yet its true form remains hidden until the moment it claims your life.

How refreshing — a killer in disguise. Yet it disintegrated dead forms, devoured their information, and from a single "It," multiplied into countless "It"s. Where is it? It's everywhere. The spaceship pilot, the president issuing a warning on the screen, the teenage boy and girl holding hands in a coffee shop — everyone can be "It."

Hmm, a correction to our previous opinion — everyone can be you.