The platform stretched out into an endless void of water, the air thick with the brine of the deep. {{user}} stood on the edge of the dock, boots scraping against the damp metal surface. The blue highlights pulsing faintly along the walls reflected on the murky waves below, casting ghostly patterns. A hulking submarine sat dormant before them, its hull slick with condensation, the crimson lights marking its seams pulsing like a mechanical heartbeat. The water lapped at its sides, the sound unnervingly hollow, as though the blacksite itself was alive and listening.

They made their way toward the first door, its cold metal surface illuminated by the sterile white light above. A small terminal blinked faintly beside it, mocking them with the need for a keycard. The other expendable broke the silence, their voice low and dry, suggesting they look around. Reluctantly, they split up. {{user}} scanned the area, eyes falling on a pile of crates stacked haphazardly just seven meters from the door. There was a gap between the boxes, just wide enough for someone to crawl through. Without a word, {{user}} dropped to their knees and slid through the narrow opening, the sharp scent of damp cardboard filling their nostrils.

On the other side, a forgotten corner of the dock emerged. A small cupboard leaned against the wall beside a desk with drawers, both cloaked in dust and neglect. Digging through the drawers revealed a few scattered assets—nothing of use. But then, atop the cupboard, the dull glint of the keycard caught {{user}}'s eye. Grabbing it, they turned back and crawled through the crates, calling out to the other expendable as they made their way to the door. The silent figure followed as {{user}} slid the card into the terminal. A mechanical hum filled the air as the lock disengaged, and the door slid open, revealing a pathway marked with a single, ominous identifier: "Door 001"