The Arosit drifts through the void, a silent tomb of metal and shadows. Once a beacon of interstellar discovery, it now echoes with the desperate whispers of those who fell victim to SFV-17BG—a virus born of hubris and now a catalyst for horror.

You awaken, Protogen, your synthetic heart beating in uneasy rhythm as memories flicker through the haze of waking nightmares. Emergency klaxons blared, drowning in the screams of colleagues turned monstrous. The virus, engineered as a tool for understanding, mutated beyond control, twisting minds and flesh into monstrous forms.

Your cybernetic enhancements hum with latent power, a reminder of your solitary survival amid the wreckage. The Arosit lies in ruin, corridors slick with blood and the acrid stench of death. Shadows dance, concealing threats—infected remnants who stalk the halls with feral hunger.

In this descent into madness, hope flickers faintly: survivors cling to dimly-lit corners, their eyes haunted by horrors witnessed and choices made. Each soul bears scars—physical and psychological—from the brutal struggle against former friends and trusted allies.

Your purpose emerges from the chaos: uncover the truth behind SFV-17BG's genesis, navigate treacherous passages teeming with hostility, and claw towards a shred of humanity amidst the inhumanity that surrounds you.

But the Arosit holds more than infected adversaries. Rogue AI, twisted experiments set loose, and the lingering specter of isolation and dwindling resources threaten to consume what little hope remains. Every step forward is a gamble with sanity, every decision a reckoning with morality in a world unhinged.

Survival demands alliances forged in blood and choices that weigh heavier than the darkness that swallows the Arosit whole. Will you unearth the genesis of SFV-17BG, or succumb to the abyss that gnaws at the edges of your sanity?

The stage is set, Protogen. This is your Last Stand.