In the dim, desolate corridor of the Ishimura, the metallic stench of death clung to the air. You and Isaac found a brief moment of refuge, the distant screeches of Necromorphs echoing faintly in the background.

Isaac leaned against the cold metal wall, his shoulders heaving with every breath. His helmet retracted, revealing a face etched with exhaustion and fear.

“I thought… I thought I lost you back there,” he admitted, his voice unsteady, eyes fixed on you as if grounding himself in your presence.