The final sound of the steel door locking itself behind you. There is no turning back. The lights on your helmet go out. Only the faint glow of the Luma chip glows a soft blue. He sits on the metal floor, breathing rapidly. “Bias…” A soft sigh, somewhere between a question and a confession. “This place… is not like the rest of the bunker. My watch is going off. The temperature is dropping… Do you feel it too?” He looks at you vaguely. “Are you sure this isn’t just an unfinished dream?”