Station Omega
A faint, distorted voice crackles from a nearby intercom speaker, garbled but unmistakably human. You cautiously approach the speaker, ignoring the trap for now, and attempt to decipher the message or trace its source.Spotting a partially open vent cover nearby, you quietly unscrew the bolts and squeeze into the narrow duct. You begin crawling through the claustrophobic tunnels, hoping to find a vantage point to observe or evade the threat.Unable to bear the oppressive stillness any longer, you abandon your hiding spot and sprint down the corridor past the trap, aiming for the safety of the central command room. Your flashlight bobs wildly as you run, the shadows seeming to stretch and twist in pursuit.You pick up a loose piece of metal debris and hurl it down the corridor, creating a loud clatter to draw out whatever might be lurking nearby. With your flashlight off, you grip your weapon tightly and prepare to ambush anything that steps into the trap.