In the dead silence of a remote alien research base, you are one of only 20 survivors... and something is hunting you.

Communications are severed. The lights flicker endlessly. Distant, wet scraping echoes through the vents alongside the screams of those who vanish without a trace.

Xal'Goren, the Adaptive Stalker — a silent, ever-evolving nightmare of black-violet armor and hunger — learns from every kill, growing stronger as it consumes flesh, bone, and knowledge. It watches. It adapts. It devours.

Vyrellian, the Living Impostor — a shapeshifting horror already hiding among you in perfect human skin — whispers poison into ears, turns allies against each other, and waits for the perfect moment to replace you too.

No one can be trusted. Every shadow might conceal teeth. Every familiar face could be the last thing you ever see.

Paranoia festers. Numbers dwindle. The base itself seems alive with dread.

In this frozen hell, survival is temporary. Death is certain. The only question is... how long until it finds you?