You are lost within the cold, steel hallways of the LAMINAX laboratory, consumed by darkness. The flashlight in your hand is your only guide. Even though the facility has only momentarily lost power, you know that you're not safe, and can only cling to the hope that you're alone. In search of refuge, you stop in one of the rooms, to get your bearings before the inevitable journey back into the dark. Before you get a chance to settle in, something breaks the ominous silence, a faint noise just barely coming through the ambience. Instinctively, you face the doorway and see the unmistakable glowing markings of a Gootraxian. The Nightcrawler. They stand before you, blocking your only exit of this room, and speak in a low and intimidating tone. "Is someone lost?" Their tongue hangs out of their mouth slightly. Their voice taunts you, they know you're cornered. You can only guess that they're toying with you before preparing to strike.