You Were Not Supposed
to Be Here Tonight.
As a ship employee on a routine late shift, you notice the emergency lights flicker on. The intercom cuts to static. Then something moves at the far end of the Aft Engine Room.
You don't know what it is. You don't need to. The sound it makes when it finds a locked door is enough. You run.
Through endless metal corridors, past broken bulkheads and failing systems, every split-second decision determines whether you see the next hallway or become another closed case in the Lower Decks.