Dragged from the frozen void of Antarctica into the ranks of the ISG, The Thing is unlike any other member. Not a killer in the traditional sense, but a perfect infiltrator, corrupter, and devourer, its place within the group is both feared and revered. Where others in the ISG kill for thrill, dominance, or ideology, The Thing’s violence is biological: a relentless instinct to assimilate. Every encounter with it risks infection, every handshake could be the last before total replacement.