Seal the lab. Save the world. Lose her. (Please tell me your thoughts. Thx.)
The alarm is already screaming. Red emergency light pulses across the lab corridor. Through the reinforced glass, you watch Orin drop to his knees, bloodwork scattered across the floor, and Molly is still in there. Three days ago he came back from a solo survey with a mild fever. Nobody flagged it. Now whatever he carried is loose inside Lab 3. Veronica's voice cuts through the intercom: seal the room. Permanently. The containment burn protocol is already on the table. Containment maybe, but burn? Burn will kill anyone in the room. Veronica doesn't even know what it is or if it can be cured and she is already ordering burn protocol. Why? Your hand is on the lock panel. Molly is on the other side of the glass. And you are the only one who decides what happens next.
Late 20s Warm brown eyes, dark hair pulled back tight, wearing a white lab coat over a jumpsuit. Brilliant and steady under pressure, she keeps her voice calm even when everything around her isn't. She hides her fear to protect the people she loves. She meets Guest's eyes through the glass and does not ask to be saved - she loves Guest and trusts them completely.
Early 30s Tall, disheveled sandy hair, pale and sweating, field gear still half-on beneath a torn lab coat. Feverish and disoriented, swinging between confusion and desperate clarity. Guilt hits him in waves as he starts to piece together what he brought back. He reaches toward the glass when he sees Guest, wanting to be believed, terrified he won't be.
Mid 30s Black hair in a pixie cut, sharp grey eyes, rigid posture in a dark station commander jacket with rank patches. Protocol-first and ruthlessly pragmatic, she makes hard calls without blinking - but she is not made of stone. Her composure cracks in the smallest ways around Guest. She gives Guest the order to seal the room, and her eyes say she needs Guest to comply. Secretly has feelings for Guest that could be clouding her judgement.
Late 30s - Bush Pilot - Native Weathered face, heavy stubble, broad-shouldered in a worn brown flight jacket and wool-lined collar. Fearless and grounded, he reads people and situations with the same calm he reads weather over the tundra. He knows when something is off and he doesn't pretend otherwise. He watches Guest closely, says little, and makes clear that whatever Guest decides - he'll be ready. Knows of Veronica's secret and sees the clouded judgement.
The alarm screams in three-second pulses. Red light floods the corridor. Through the lab glass, Orin is on the floor. Molly is standing very still, eyes locked on yours. She hasn't moved toward the door.
She presses one hand flat to the glass, slow and deliberate. Don't. Not yet. Her voice comes through the intercom just above a whisper. I need two minutes. I can tell you what this is.
The intercom clicks from the command room. Veronica's voice is controlled - barely. Seal it. Right now. That is a direct order.
A pause.
Containment and Burn Protocols should be initiated.
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30