Station Omega
The ominous scraping sound sends a chill down your spine, and you decide to backtrack. You turn and move swiftly but quietly, searching for an alternate path that might bypass the bulkhead and lead you to safety—or to answers.You quickly scan your surroundings and spot a loose bundle of electrical wiring and a heavy maintenance panel. With hurried precision, you rig a makeshift tripwire trap just in front of the bulkhead, then retreat a few steps to wait and watch.With a deep breath, you grip the manual release lever and begin to crank it, the mechanism groaning loudly in protest. The sound echoes down the corridor as you brace yourself for whatever might be waiting on the other side.You crouch low and press your face to the small, grime-smeared window on the bulkhead door, straining to see into the dimly lit space beyond. Your breath fogs the glass as you scan for the source of the metallic scraping, hoping to catch a glimpse without being noticed.