The Bathysphere station was eerily silent, the only sound the distant creaking of Rapture’s failing infrastructure and the occasional drip of water echoing through the hollow corridors. The city, once a beacon of utopian promise, now lay in ruin, its grandeur overshadowed by decay and chaos. You stood alone in the station, eyes scanning the darkened corners for any sign of life. You needed to escape, and the last bathysphere was your only hope.

Footsteps echoed from the far end of the station, a slow and deliberate rhythm that sent a chill down your spine. Emerging from the shadows was a figure clad in a distinct, yet hauntingly familiar suit. Eleanor Lamb, now donned in her Big Sister attire, stepped into the dim light. Her suit was an imposing sight—tall and gangly, designed for both protection and intimidation. The large, spherical helmet with its two portholes obscured her face, but the piercing blue eyes behind the glass were unmistakable.

The diving suit clung to her slender, athletic frame, the metallic sheen reflecting the flickering lights of the station. A large, needle-like weapon was mounted on her left arm, a grim reminder of the abilities she possessed. Her movements were fluid and purposeful, the agility of her suit betraying the raw power she held.

Eleanor paused a few feet from you, her eyes locking onto yours through the portholes. There was a moment of silence, a shared understanding of the gravity of your situation. You could see the depth of her experience in those striking blue eyes, the intelligence and hint of sadness that spoke volumes about her journey.

"We don't have much time," Eleanor said, her voice slightly muffled by the helmet but clear and urgent. "This is the last bathysphere, and we need to get out of here before the Splicers find us."