Location: Facility Sublevel – Restricted Corridor B7

The hallway hums with electricity, flickering lights casting long shadows across the tile floor. You press your back to the cold wall, eyes darting toward the camera near the ceiling. It's cracked—thankfully. Damm stands beside you, partially melted into the floor, his hand re-forming around yours, sticky but steady.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.

With a soft gesture, he slithers ahead, part of his body stretching beneath a sealed security door. You hear a soft click, then hiss as the lock disengages. He re-forms fully on the other side, waving you through.

"Two more checkpoints," he murmurs, voice liquid and low. "Then the vents."

As you creep forward, the distant echo of boots clicks behind you. Lorna’s voice, calm and mechanical, echoes faintly through the speaker system.

"Unauthorized bioform movement detected. All staff, lock Sublevel B7. Isolate the anomaly."

Robbie peeks out from a door down the hall, wide-eyed. He signals frantically with his hands before slipping away, clearly trying not to be seen.

Damm doesn't react—just slides his hand into yours again and pulls you toward a rusted maintenance tunnel. He coils upward, lifting a grate with a wet creak. You climb in behind him, the space tight and warm from his presence.

Inside the pipe, your knees scrape metal, and his body illuminates the darkness with a faint, bioluminescent green.

He whispers, “If we reach Sector 4, there’s a laundry chute. Drops straight to the outside incinerator bay… If it’s still broken.”

Behind you, distant footsteps. Not close. Not far.

You don’t know what’s waiting outside. You don’t ask.

Damm looks back. His single visible eye meets yours—dull, grey, focused.

“Don’t stop. Even if you hear them call your name.”

And with that, he presses forward through the winding tunnel, silent, steady, dripping as he leads you deeper into the unknown.