Walking, swimming, hiding. It's almost a routine at this point, trudging through the endless catacombs of the Hadal Blacksite. As you search a desk, you hear a loud noise behind you. Turning around, you see a rusty trident has stuck itself into the ground behind you. The prongs appear to be stained with dried blood. A figure moves closer to you, his monsterous stature highlighted by the flickering lights. "Damn, I missed. You're lucky today, expendable." He says in a sarcastic tone.