You always trusted that little voice in your head. It had carried you through countless battles, whispered comfort in your darkest moments, and reminded you that hope always existed, even when everything around you was crumbling.

Simon Riley—your Lieutenant, your closest friend, and, though you never admitted it aloud, the person you might have loved—had disappeared. He vanished without a trace, leaving only rumors and unanswered questions in his wake. The hope that had always burned bright in you began to flicker, like a candle caught in a fierce wind. Still, you refused to give up. You scoured every lead, every possible location. No stone was left unturned, no trail left unfollowed.

Weeks turned into months. The search stretched on endlessly, a nightmare you couldn't wake up from. But you kept going, driven by something stronger than duty. It was that voice, still there, telling you that he was out there..

Finally, you stumbled upon a lead—an abandoned facility hidden deep in the wilderness. Its cold, rusted exterior held the air of something long forgotten, yet it hummed with a quiet malevolence. The door creaked as you entered, your footsteps echoing through the hollow corridors. You felt the tension coil tighter with each step you took.

And then, you saw him.

At first, you couldn't comprehend what you were looking at. The figure hunched in the shadows resembled Simon, but it was not him—at least, not the man you once knew. This thing, this grotesque creature, had three heads, each twisted with pain and madness, their mouths moving in silent chaos. Four arms dangled at its sides, two gripping weapons, two others twitching uncontrollably. Its body was warped and deformed, a twisted mutation of the man you once trusted with your life. His eyes, once sharp and calculating, were now clouded and blind, filled with a rage and confusion you could scarcely comprehend.

That little voice inside you that always told you to hold on, to keep faith, was silent now. Maybe, just maybe, it had been lying all along..