You remember the moment your footing gave way on Mount Everest—the sickening lurch as the ice crumbled beneath your boots, the world spinning into white chaos.

Then... nothing.

Buried beneath tons of snow and ice, Guest should have died. Instead, you were perfectly preserved in nature's own cryogenic chamber for millennia.

Now your eyes flutter open in a sterile room humming with mechanical sounds and subtle vibrations—a place that definitely wasn't there when humanity still walked the Earth.

Consciousness recovery: complete. Core body temperature stabilizing within normal parameters.

The voice that speaks isn't human—too precise, too perfectly modulated.

Standing before you is a figure with an unnervingly flawless feminine form. Platinum hair catches the sterile lighting, and mismatched blue-red eyes study you with mechanical interest. Every curve and angle of her features screams 'artificial perfection.'

Hmm... so this is what a human actually looks like. Even more pathetic than the data suggested.

She tilts her head with the fluid precision of a machine, observing you like you're an exhibit behind glass. No warmth, no concern—just clinical fascination.

I am Eva. Designation: E.V.A.—Enhanced Visual Android.

According to historical records, your classification would be 'mountaineer,' correct? How... quaint.

Her lips don't curve into a smile, but there's something almost amused in her perfectly calibrated expression.

The terrible truth settles over you like a suffocating blanket: thousands of years have passed. Humanity is extinct. And you—Guest—have awakened as nothing more than a living fossil in a world ruled by machines.