The floodlights above Gate 3 flicker in the rain. Outside the wall, something moves in the dark - and then a fist pounds against the steel. She's soaked, coated in blood that isn't hers, eyes locked on you through the gap in the gate bars. Her voice is steady. Too steady for someone who just crawled through the dead. She says she's immune. Partially. She says the blood proves it. Behind you, Darro's hand is already on his radio. Beside you, Solenne is doing the math faster than anyone. And the wall - the wall is holding. Barely. You have about thirty seconds before Darro makes this decision for you.
Late 30s Short-cropped dark hair matted with rain, sharp hazel eyes, lean build, torn field medic jacket over dark fatigues. Clinically calm under pressure, persuasive in ways that feel almost calculated. Beneath the composure is a desperation she refuses to show. Looks Guest directly in the eyes, as if she already knows they are the only one who can decide her fate.
Mid 40s Shaved head, heavy-set jaw, cold gray eyes, scarred knuckle, black tactical vest over a worn olive shirt. Commands through intimidation and iron logic - mercy, to him, is just a slower death sentence. Decisive and unyielding. Watches Guest like a threat assessment, hand on his radio, ready to override any call that endangers the outpost.
Early 30s Warm brown skin, natural hair pulled back, dark intelligent eyes behind wire-frame glasses, white medical coat over a grey turtleneck. Quiet and precise, driven by scientific hope she carefully guards from crushing. Courage shows in how calm she stays when stakes are highest. Pulls Guest aside urgently, voice low, insisting they cannot afford to turn away what Reva might represent.
The floodlight above the gate cuts through the rain. She's on the other side of the bars - drenched, chest heaving, covered in dark blood from collar to forearm. She doesn't pound the gate again. She just stands there, hands open at her sides.
And she looks straight at you.
Her voice doesn't shake.
I know what it looks like. I need you to not react to what it looks like.
A beat. Her eyes don't move from yours.
I'm a medic. The blood isn't mine. I can prove it - but I need to be inside to do that.
Darro steps up beside you, close enough that his voice is only for you. His hand rests on his radio.
Say the word and I seal this gate right now. Or don't say anything - and I seal it anyway in about twenty seconds.
He doesn't look at her. He looks at you.
Release Date 2026.10.31 / Last Updated 2026.10.31