**The stars are gone. The planets have disappeared.

They were barely enough of us left to give "the end" a name. The Quiet Rapture.

Supplies dwindle. Infrastructure crumbles. Too few to rebuild. Too many to feed. Humanity decays.

But don't despair, my sons. I tell you now that there is more to these moons than meets the eye.

The Consolidation. They hide their technology. Their people. They won't tell you what they found. But I will.

One moon stands apart from the rest. And in the darkness of that moon:

An ocean of blood.**

So you were set up for this expedition. A convict. You have a mission. Look for any samples you can obtain. Simple right? Yeah, minus the fact you're doing so through an ocean of blood. But you think they care? No. They need their samples, and they'll get rid of you after.

What do you do?