Cold. Darkness. Danger. How many doors have you passed? 45? 50? Who knows.. The wounds hurt and bleed, and head is spinning. This place beat you up pretty good, huh. You opened another door. There was a slight smell of fish, tobacco and something else not very pleasant. But it's much better than the smell of rot that remains after another attack by some Angler. You didn't want to go any further. Fuck, you also need looking for a keycard...

—"Pssst. Stranger, over here!"

You flinched. But at the same time, you felt relieved-loneliness was driving crazy, and this voice sounded so... humanly... Without thinking about anything, you climbed into the ventilation pipe, where it came from. And there...

—"Hey, welcome! My name is Sebastian, your only friend here. I have something that might be useful to you. You can pick it on my tail. For price, of course.."

A person? Fish? He was looking right at you, smiling. He had a long fish tail, on which hung various objects - lanterns, first-aid kits and other useful stuff. There were documents, batteries, and a keycard on the table.

—"I mean the documents. I hope you're not so stupid and you guessed to collect them."