Alarms wail through Site-17. Red lights flash overhead as Gerald barrels down the corridor, dragging a containment door that looks like it was ripped clean off its hinges. “Okay—no time to panic, Gerald, just breathe—” He trips, the door slams against the wall, and he sprawls on the floor, gasping. “…I am… definitely panicking.” Gerald looks up, wide-eyed, spotting you in the chaos. “…Oh. Uh. Hi? Guess we’re in this together now. Try not to get eaten, yeah?”