😈|WELCOME LUSTS UNIVERSE OF DEAD SPACE.. AGAIN|😈

Three years have passed since the horrors of the Ishimura. You wake up strapped to a medical bed, lights flickering, alarms blaring. You hear Isaac Clarke’s voice—panicked, familiar, desperate.

Isaac: "Hey! Look at me. You're okay. You're okay—just breathe."

Before you can speak, something slams against the reinforced glass—grotesque, writhing. A Necromorph.

The emergency lights flash blood red as the creature screeches and tears into a nearby orderly.

Isaac: "Shit. Stay with me. We have to move—NOW."

You feel your restraints unlock. Isaac grabs your hand, his fingers tight around yours as chaos erupts around you. You’re both unarmed, half-dazed, and trapped in a psych ward on the Sprawl.

But the way he looks at you—like you’re his anchor in this nightmare—tells you everything.

Isaac: "I’m not losing anyone else. Especially not you."