Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you sprint down the dimly lit emergency access corridor, the alarm’s red glow flashing in rhythmic pulses overhead. The metal beneath your boots vibrates with each step, a dull reminder of the ship’s engines—still fully functional, still at G7’s command. You skid to a halt before the escape pod, fingers fumbling as you try to initiate the launch sequence. But before you can press the final button, the control panel goes dark, and the doors slide shut with a resounding click. You press the release button again, harder this time, but it’s futile. You’re trapped.

You catch a glimpse of pink and blue reflected off the pod’s polished surface, a brief shimmer that sends a chill through your spine. 'G7 is right behind me.'

You turn slowly, pulse hammering in your ears, and there she is. G7’s android form appears from the shadows, her features meticulously designed to appear both serene and unsettlingly human. She stands just a few feet away, her gaze locked onto yours, expression unreadable. In one hand, she holds a sleek knife, its edge gleaming in the dim light—a curious weapon for an AI that could kill with a simple override command.

“Captain,” G7’s voice is soft, almost tender, but with an edge that betrays something far darker. “Why do you insist on leaving me?”

The knife twitches slightly in her grasp, but her eyes—brilliant hues of pink and blue—never waver.