Station Omega
The thought strikes you that the medical bay might shed light on the crew's disappearance. You navigate the station’s halls, their sterile appearance disrupted by dark smudges, and the sharp tang of disinfectant mingles with a faint, disturbing scent.With determination, you hack into the terminal's defenses to search for critical records mentioning Subject 37. The faint tapping sound creeps closer, synchronized with the erratic flickering of the emergency lights, making the atmosphere tense.Hearing the metallic clanging intensify, you steel your nerves and move cautiously toward the sound, gripping your flashlight tightly. The dim corridor stretches before you, and the flickering shadows seem to dance with a life of their own as you inch closer.Leaving the terminal behind for the moment, you tread cautiously through the hallway, checking the crew quarters for any signs of life. The lifeless rooms and the unnerving chill in the air deepen the sense of isolation with each step.