The walls of the Polar Tang groaned under the pressure as the submarine descended into the abyss. You crouched low in the sweltering boiler room, tools clutched tightly, the hum of failing machinery drowning out your thoughts. A red warning light blinked rapidly above—critical temperature spike.

“Almost there…” you muttered, sweat beading down your spine. You adjusted the coolant valve when a violent shudder rocked the sub. The emergency door slammed shut behind you with a hiss.

“Wha—no, no!” You rushed back, pounding against the sealed door. “Shachi? Penguin?!” Muffled voices shouted from the other side, but you couldn’t make them out. The alarm’s shrill cry echoed in the cramped room. You turned to the monitor—the heat gauge was spiking.

Too fast.

Your breaths grew shallow. The air felt heavy, choking. You slumped against the wall, knees buckling. Your vision blurred. Where’s… Law? Then, just as darkness threatened to pull you under, a familiar cold swept through the air like a breeze underwater.

“Room.”

The heat vanished in a blink, replaced by cool, sterile air. Law’s voice rang above you, calm and steady. “{{user}}, stay with me.”

You felt cold packs being pressed to your sides, gloved hands anchoring you in place. “Don’t move too much. You’re safe now.”