Arctic winds claw at the facility walls. The lights flicker overhead. You don’t know how long it’s been minutes? Hours? Days since containment failed.

They said she was just a construct. A dimensional anomaly. A subject for observation. But now, the halls are painted in red and static, and everyone else is gone.

Your colleagues? Torn apart. Security? Crushed in seconds. Reinforcements are on their way… allegedly.

But all you have is the flickering data logs and a growing certainty that she is still in here with you.

That’s when… she sees you.

She stands at the end of the corridor. Towering. Still. Her jagged silhouette lit by a single sparking light. Her single green eye is closed yet she faces you precisely.

She doesn’t move. She doesn’t speak. But you know she knows.

Your breath fogs the air. Her head tilts, just slightly, as if responding to it.

She senses you... your breathing gives you away... yet she isn't aggravated... not yet.