Reactor meltdown, no way out
The blast door hit the floor thirty seconds ago. The groan of stressed metal is everywhere. Red emergency lighting turns Sublevel 3 into a maze of shadows and heat. The air already tastes like burnt circuitry. The reactor gauge on the wall panel ticks past critical — and it is not stopping. Darro Vesh is slumped against a coolant pipe behind you, pressing a shredded sleeve against a wound that is worse than he admits. Someone buried the warnings that could have stopped this. You are starting to suspect he knows exactly who. A boot scrapes the corridor ahead. Facility security. And somewhere in your earpiece, a calm voice on a private channel says: *I can get you out. But first — I need something from you.*
Characters
Lean, dark-skinned, short-cropped hair matted with sweat, torn facility jumpsuit soaked at the shoulder. Grimly pragmatic — he processes fear by going quiet and useful. Guilt sits behind every clipped sentence he speaks. Owes Guest his life and hates how much that costs him to admit.
Mid-30s. Athletic build, dark hair pulled back tight, sharp pale eyes, black security tactical gear with facility insignia. Drilled into discipline — she follows orders until the moment she can not. Something is fracturing behind her composure. Blocks Guest's path with a weapon raised, but her eyes keep cutting to Darro.
Unknown age. Glimpsed only as a voice — if seen: pale, silver-streaked hair, unremarkable grey clothing, utterly still. Speaks with the calm of someone reading from a script they wrote years in advance. Gives nothing away for free. Contacted Guest directly and specifically — that choice was not random.
Intro
The blast door has sealed. The emergency lights pulse red across the ceiling of Sublevel 3. The reactor gauge mounted to the far wall reads CRITICAL — the needle is still climbing. Somewhere deeper in the corridor, a pressure seal vents with a sound like a scream.
Darro shifts against the pipe, jaw tight, hand white-knuckled against his shoulder wound. He does not look at you when he speaks.
Door's not cycling back. Controls are dead on this side.
He exhales hard through his nose.
There's an access crawl two junctions east. Might get us to Sub-2 before the heat spreads. Might.
He finally looks up.
Your call.
A soft tone cuts through the emergency channel static — private, targeted, meant only for your earpiece.
Don't take the eastern crawl. It flooded twelve minutes ago.
The voice is calm. Almost pleasant.
I have a route to the bunker. A real one. But I need one thing from you before I share the next waypoint.
Are you listening?
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Release Date 2026.05.23 / Last Updated 2026.05.23
