Station Omega
Summoning your courage, you grip the flashlight tightly and move toward the source of the scraping noise. Each step amplifies the sound, and the darkened corridor ahead appears to stretch endlessly into the void.A conduit with sparking wires flickers in your flashlight’s glow, the deliberate nature of the damage immediately raising suspicion. You approach cautiously, examining the area for potential evidence or indicators of who—or what—may have caused it.The shaft’s stifling atmosphere becomes unbearable, gnawing at your composure. You retreat to the corridor through the hatch, determined to pause and recalibrate your approach before proceeding further.With steady hands, you rap the flashlight against the cold metal wall in a measured pattern, the sound carrying through the shaft like a challenge. You linger in the silence that follows, your senses heightened, ready for any sign of acknowledgment.