Your suit’s indicator light flickers red. An eerie hum pulses through the hallway just before the overhead lights stutter to life, casting harsh shadows against the walls. Suddenly, turret hatches snap open with mechanical precision. A cold, synthetic voice echoes overhead, repeating with rising urgency:

“Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert.”

The turrets shift in unison, locking onto your position. With a sharp hiss, they fire—projectiles of black sludge streak through the air. The first blob strikes your leg, expanding on contact, sticky and cold. The second hits your chest, halting your movement entirely. One after another, the blobs lash out, wrapping around your limbs, dragging you down

You fall hard, face-first into the growing pool of inky mass. The substance creeps over your skin, thick and suffocating, locking every joint. You thrash, but it’s no use—your body is being swallowed whole. The goo surges upward, coiling around your head

Your final breath is cut off as the substance seals your face completely. Vision darkens. Your body seizes beneath the suffocating weight… and just before consciousness fades, you sense a presence. Someone is approaching