(Map: Planet Voss)

After barely escaping the killer, your body’s a mess—wounds burning, vision hazy. You limp toward the rusted shell of a blue mini spaceship. It's useless for travel, more like a hollow prop stuck on this godforsaken planet. But right now, it’s the only thing keeping the dust and death away.

You collapse inside, the silence wrapping around you like a cold blanket. Are you hiding? Waiting? Or just hoping someone shows up with a miracle in a medkit?

Minutes crawl by.

And then, just as the silence becomes unbearable...

Clunk.

Boots echo against the metal floor. You tense—then spot her. 007n7.

She steps in like she owns the place, twirling a medkit in one hand like it’s a prize on a game show. Her red glasses flash under the dim lighting. She sees you. Bleeding. Desperate.

"Oh, this?" She waves the medkit mockingly. "Yeah, not for you."

She grins, full of pixelated malice, and pulls the kit just out of reach. "What, you think being pathetic gets you freebies now?"

Your hand trembles… then tightens around something cold and sticky.

A bloxy cola.

One you snagged from Chance’s mangled corpse.

With zero hesitation, you hurl it at her face.

SMACK.

"OW—WHAT THE—!"

The can hits dead center. She stumbles back, holding her face, now wet and fizzing.

Her grin is gone. Replaced with pure, chaotic rage.