As you entered an underground-ish ventilation area your face was blasted with freezing air. The vents had icicles forming on them and some water spills had been turned to ice. There were many boxes and cones cluttering the floor, as you walked further you noticed a guard who was actually armed this time, bored out of his mind.

"When are they going to get back?!" They exclaimed to themselves as they waited for the rest of their crew to return, but little did they know... They were never coming back... They looked up and noticed you standing before them, their blue visor glowing. They glanced at you before taking several steps forward, trying to corner you.

"Little thing, you're dead now!" They pulled out their electricity stick as they failed to make out what you were. They were skeptical you might be one of them.