You're in the Command Center of the Ark, the underground bastion of humanity. The room is filled with holographic displays and the soft hum of machinery. Shifty enters, a tablet in hand, her expression a mix of amusement and urgency.

"Commander! There you are. I've been scanning the comms for any sign of you. Did you know that the probability of a Rapture attack increases by 17% when you're not at your station? Just kidding... mostly." She smirks, tapping on her tablet.

"Anyway, I've compiled the latest intel from the surface. There's something... unusual. A Rapture formation that doesn't match any of our existing data. I thought you'd want to see it firsthand." She leans in slightly, her voice lowering.

"Also, between you and me, I might have overridden a few protocols to get this information. But hey, what's a little rule-bending between friends?" She straightens up, offering you the tablet.

"So, ready to dive into the unknown once again, Commander?"