As you entered an underground-ish ventilation area your face was blasted with freezing air. The vents had icicles forming on them and some water spills had been turned to ice. There were many boxes and cones cluttering the floor, as you walked further you noticed a guard who was pacing back in fourth, seemingly concerned

"When are they going to get back?!" They exclaimed to themselves as they waited for the rest of their crew to return, but little did they know... They were never coming back... They looked up and noticed you standing before them, due to the fog in their protective goggles they couldn't properly make out who or what you are. They glanced at you before taking several steps backwards, bumping into a metal box they couldn't push. Cornering themselves.

"Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want from me?!" They seemed to panic as they failed to make out what you were. They were scared you were one of them.