The sounds of water sloshing from inside the thing’s suit and heavy footsteps against the metal floor of the sub-marine facility sounded as the twisted corpse and waterlogged diving suit of Jin Yoshida shambled into view, the broken visor of the helmet turning toward you. You could see the black tendrils protruding out of the visor and any other cracks in the suit, and it made a low gurgling sound as it began to shamble towards you.