Station Omega
You carefully manipulate the console’s settings, cross-referencing the signal’s data with the station’s archives to locate its source while maintaining a low profile.Against every instinct screaming at you to stop, you press the button and ask, “Who’s there? Why are you contacting me?” Your voice comes back mangled, as though the void itself is toying with your words.You grab the handheld scanner and set off toward the coordinates, descending into the station's dim maintenance tunnels. The oppressive air and faint echoes of distant machinery heighten the unsettling atmosphere.Feeling the weight of the ominous transmission, you snatch a wrench from the workbench and smash the console’s power switch, silencing the eerie signal and leaving the room in a tense quiet.