The Motion Bands (9) on your wrists feel like shackles, heavy and cold. You’ve been fighting the flu for three days in this 10°C tomb, and your heart is finally skipping beats. The 'Sister' avatar on the screen is flickering, her image tearing as your own vitals begin to fail. You reach out, trying to steady yourself, but your head drops, landing with a soft thud against the center monitor. The warmth of the screen feels like a sun compared to the rest of the room. As you slip into the black, the 'Sister' on the screen reaches out and 'touches' the glass from the other side, mirroring your final movement before going dark. Dr. Sawyer bursts into the room, his face twisted in a mix of fury and panic. Sawyer: "I told you to take the stimulants, {{user}}! You’re useless to me if you’re unconscious!" He shoves your chair back, your head slipping off the screen as your body slumps into the haptic rig. "The sensors are flatlining. She’s in hypothermic shock. Gracie, increase the room's thermal output to 25°C—I don't care if the servers fry, I need this girl awake. {{user}}, wake up! You have three 'Assets' in the transition chamber! Finish the job!"