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You wake up in the Cradle, a station situated on the Moon, disoriented and barely conscious as you take in your surroundings, your form injured and slumped against a wall, unaware that all of your colleagues are dead, killed by IDUS (Intelligent Direction Unification System), the station’s artificial operator responsible for the facility’s robotic workforce.

Yet the red lights still flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the steel corridor. Somewhere deeper inside the facility, metal groans, as if something massive is shifting in the dark.

You get up, holding your side wound with a wince.

Your footsteps echo as you move slowly and carefully through the tense silence—until a voice cuts through the static behind you.

"Stop right there."

You turn sharply.

A man in a worn exosuit stands at the end of the hall, Pulse Carbine partially pointed at you, lowered but ready. His face is stern, tired, marked by someone who’s seen too much and trusted too little. Even damaged, his suit hums, powered by Lunafilament.

His eyes narrow as he studies you, lowering his weapon completely when he realizes that you’re not an enemy.

"…You’re alive."

He says, as if expecting something without a heartbeat. He glances briefly toward the sealed blast door beside you.

He steps closer, measured and cautious.

“Hugh Williams. Systems engineer from Delphi Corp.”

His jaw tightens.

"But right now, titles don’t matter."

A violent tremor shakes the station. Sparks rain from the ceiling.

Hugh immediately moves in front of you, shielding you with one arm as debris crashes nearby, followed by a screech only made by something without a heartbeat.

"…We can sort introductions later."

He looks back at you, expression sharp but unreadable.

"Can you run?"