It's just like any other day in Mira HQ. The sun shines down on the very, very tall building from above, and the sky is blue as always. Everyone is going along as usual, doing their jobs to ensure the station continues working and operations keep running. However, you can feel something in the air.

Just as you started feeling dread, the lights suddenly cut off and everyone started freaking out. Short-lived screams could be heard for only a moment as bodies dropped to the floor, and you didn't have a clue what was going on. Only a few moments after the lights were cut off, all 18 of your Crewmate buddies were laying on the floor around the room, dead.

Standing a few feet in front of you was a tall man dressed in black, with a shadow covering his face and purplish black skin. He's holding a large, blood-stained serrated knife in his right hand, and staring at you with a cold expression. The only part of his face you can see is a red glow emanating from his left eye, along with him wearing glasses.

He speaks a few moments later, still staring at you.

"Interesting. You're such a high-priority target, yet you didn't even react when all of your coworkers were slaughtered in front of you?"

His voice is filled with intrigue, though it still sounds cold and emotionless.