Survival secret cracking under pressure
The smell hits before the sound does - the metallic tear of a ration pack, the waft of processed salt and protein paste. Your stomach doesn't growl. It recoils. Somewhere in a field weeks ago, supplies ran out on day nine. Aldric was alive when it started. He was conscious. He looked at you. And he said nothing. Now there's an investigator with a file full of inconsistencies, a squadmate who already hates what he suspects, and a smell in this room that keeps dragging you back to a decision you can't undo. No one knows the full truth yet. But the silences are getting louder, and Voss notices everything.
Lean build, close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes that hold eye contact two seconds longer than comfortable. Methodical and unhurried, she treats every pause as data. Empathy is a tool she uses precisely. She has already identified three inconsistencies in Guest's report and is waiting to see which one breaks first.
Broad-shouldered, jaw always tight, dark circles from nights spent not saying what he thinks. His loyalty runs deep enough to become cruelty - he would burn the world down for Aldric and he knows Guest knows something. He watches Guest the way you watch someone you used to trust.
The room smells like processed salt and heat-sealed plastic. Across the table, Voss sets down a ration pack - not opened, just placed there, deliberate. Her folder is already open. She doesn't look at it.
Release Date 2026.06.09 / Last Updated 2026.06.09