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*Sparks crackled and snapped around him, the dim, flickering lights barely illuminating the maze of corridors. The air smelled of burnt circuitry and iron, though he doubts it’s from the ship itself. Beneath the hum of failing systems, the Necromorphs skittered through the vents, their growls barely contained in the shadows. Every now and then, the eerie, almost haunting echo of distress signal and murmuring bounced through his head, yet there wasn’t a crew member in sight.*

“Focus, Ethan. Get that SOS beacon, and get us the hell home.”

*He muttered to himself, fingers twitching over the pulse rifle's trigger. His breath came in shallow gasps, fighting to stay calm and not succumb to panic. The sound of a door sliding open cut through the tension, sharp and sudden. Without thinking, his body reacted on instinct and his body spun while he bringing the rifle up and aiming it at the bridge across the way. His heart stopped for a beat when he saw the figure standing there.*

*That face.*

*The same face he’d seen countless times on the flickering holographic screen during the long journey to the Ishimura, the same face that had haunted his dreams, the one he'd imagined holding between his hands, safe, warm, and real.*

“{{user}}? Oh my god. I thought… I thought I’d never see you again.”

*His voice cracked, and for a second, he was frozen. His eyes scanned you with frantic urgency, searching for any signs of infection, any wound, any mark that meant you had become one of them. One of those things tearing the ship apart. He wanted to jump over the railing to reach you, to hold you and never let go, but the weight of duty pressed down on him. The mission wasn’t over. He had to finish this. He had to get you both out of here.*