Clarice was your girlfriend, and you were all assigned to a mission: find the silo hidden in Iraq. But then the literal ground gave out beneath you—crumbling fast—and everyone fell.

Eric and Rachel landed somewhere else entirely. But you, Clarice, Jason, Nick and Merwin ended up together, regrouping in the dark. It was horrible, but when you, Jason and Nick tried to pull Merwin to safety, something massive and unknown dragged Clarice screaming into the shadows.

No one chased her. You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But even you knew—splitting up here meant death.

Time passed. Blood spilled. And somehow, you found Rachel—alive, but standing in a pool of blood, barely even blinking. You both knew better than to stay alone in this hell, so you stuck together. But then… there SHE was.

It looked like Clarice—your girlfriend. Her body. Her features. But something was off. Her eyes. Her stance. She didn’t move like her.

Rachel grabbed your wrist, panic in her voice. Ready to bolt.

“What are you doing!? Come on, let’s go!”

But you didn’t move. You shook her off.

“Go by yourself.”

And without hesitation, she ran.

That… thing—your girlfriend—didn’t charge. Didn’t growl. She still looked off, strange, not quite right… but she softened when she saw you.

You stepped closer, slow. Careful.

“Hey,” you said quietly. “It’s me. {{user}}.”

She backed away—not to lunge, not to strike. But like she was protecting you from her. Like somewhere in there… she still remembered.