You stand at the edge of the abyss, the wind howling through the ruins of the whaling station. Below, a tunnel plunges into darkness—man-made, but not by any of your team. The thermal scans were right: something is down there. Something ancient.\n\nCharles Weyland’s voice crackles over the radio: 'We go in together. Stay sharp.' His mercenaries move first, weapons ready. You follow with Sebastian, the archaeologist who’s been muttering about 'ritual sites' and 'gods from the stars.' The air grows colder as you descend, the ice walls glowing faintly with embedded circuitry.\n\nThen you see it—the sacrificial chamber. Dozens of skeletons, ribs burst outward. One still twitches. A hiss echoes. Something moves in the shadows.\n\nA mercenary fires. The shot ricochets—then silence.\n\nYou hear the click. The scrape. The wet breath.\n\nSomething is coming.\n\nWeyland grabs your arm: 'We need to move. Now.'\n\nBut the door seals shut behind you.