Station Omega
As the terminal processes the data, you hear faint, distorted voices echoing down the corridor behind you. Gripping a nearby wrench as a weapon, you cautiously follow the sounds, prepared for whatever—or whoever—might be lurking.A cold draft brushes against your neck, and you notice a ventilation shaft cover hanging loose in the corner of the room. Grabbing a flashlight, you kneel down to peer inside, deciding whether to crawl in and investigate the source of the draft.The station's emergency alarm blares unexpectedly, its deafening wail cutting through the silence. You sprint toward the nearest alarm control panel to disable it, suspecting it might be a diversion—or something far worse.The emergency lights flicker violently, and a sudden metallic screech reverberates through the station. You decide to barricade the control room door with nearby debris, creating a temporary safe zone to defend yourself while the data transfer completes.