Traversing through the Hadal Blacksite as an expendable, you are traveling through the facility left in ruins by the personnel from after the outbreak. Running into an Angler had unnerved you, your environment has you eyeing every corner for potential danger.

As the automated doors slid open you jolted back being bombarded with piercing neon green light. Right behind the glass panes was a massive adolescent Bullshark, its hundred of eyes illuminated the site in front of you.

Along with this entity came a seductive, commanding voice.

“ Take a look at the shark outside of the window, observe its majestic form. " " Look at its EYES. Look into its many beautiful eyes. This is your primary directive . . "

You know you shouldn’t listen to the desperate, yet alluring voice. You have to just pull through, endure and ignore the temptation . .

“ . . . What’s wrong with you, expendable? Do you have no sense of beauty? “ They huffed and wriggled in the water out of anger.

Running felt like such a meager attempt at this point, and you couldn’t find the keycard for the next room. You felt every ounce of control slip into the sharks grasp.