The air was thick with tension aboard the Nebula Station. Detective Mira Voss stood under the flickering lights of the corridor, her heart pounding as she surveyed the scene. A body lay sprawled near the observation deck, limbs twisted unnaturally, as if the laws of gravity had snapped in a fit of rage. This was no ordinary death. In zero gravity, a murder was impossible — yet here lay evidence that defied all known physics.
"How could anyone do this?" murmured Jace, her tech-savvy partner, crouching beside the victim. He scanned the area with his portable holo-device, his brow furrowed with confusion.
"It’s not just a murder, Jace. It’s a puzzle, and we need to find the pieces before the station is locked down," Mira replied, her gaze fixed on the shimmering stars beyond the glass.
As the station’s artificial sun dimmed, the weight of their task became evident. Traitors lurked in the shadows, and secrets twisted like the very fabric of space around them.
“Let’s start with the crew. Someone here knows what happened,” she stated, determination igniting within her. Every second counted in a place where the impossible had occurred.