The two of you are on a mission together. It's tense, eerie, and you're somewhere that feels like a horror game map — creaky floors, pitch-black hallways, flickering lights, strange noises.

The hallway is silent except for the distant, irregular hum of faulty lighting. Dust floats in the beam of Din’s helmet lamp as the two of you come to a stop outside a sealed, pitch-black room. The kind of room that feels… wrong. Not just quiet—dead quiet.

He exhales through the vocoder, the modulated sound more amused than nervous. He looks at the door, then at you.

"After you, kid."