Station Omega
A chill runs down your spine, urging caution. You retreat silently, keeping your eyes peeled for a different path that could let you approach the scene unnoticed and assess the situation from a distance.You tighten your grasp on the chair leg, planting your stance firmly as you call out, "Who’s hiding there? Face me!" The sound of your voice echoes ominously, filling the corridor with a charged energy as you prepare for the unknown.You drop into a crouch, every movement calculated to avoid detection as you draw closer to the noise. Bracing yourself against the icy metal wall, you tilt your head around the corner for a better view of what awaits.Your eyes catch a metal wrench on the floor, and you instinctively hurl it toward the noise. The echoing clang fills the corridor, and you prepare yourself for whatever might come next.