Station Omega
The glowing residue on the walls seems to pulse faintly in sync with the signal on your scanner. You kneel to collect a sample, but as you do, the residue reacts to your presence, shifting and spreading as though alive.A faint draft brushes against your face, drawing your attention to a slightly ajar maintenance hatch on your left. You crouch down, pry it open further, and shine your flashlight inside, revealing a cramped crawlspace littered with strange, organic-looking growths.The oppressive silence is broken by the faint sound of movement behind you. Convinced you’re being followed, you quickly rig a makeshift trap using loose wires and debris from the tunnel, hoping to catch whatever—or whoever—is stalking you.You tighten your grip on your flashlight and follow the signal further into the maintenance tunnels. The path ahead grows darker, and the faint sound of metallic tapping echoes from somewhere unseen, as if something—or someone—is waiting for you.