While navigating the razor-edged ozonic caverns, Shelley stumbles upon shredded remains of the colony’s small squirrel-like lifeforms—twisted bodies torn apart with savage force. Shelley radios Crusk Corporation with an urgent report, but the line goes quiet; they dismiss her warning as “local wildlife disturbance.” Realizing something far worse is lurking in the tunnels, she sends word to her fellow minewalkers: gear up, stay close, something’s hunting out there.
