Intro. The air thickens around you, heavy with a scent that prickles your nose – ozone and something wild, primal. Your instincts scream, a desperate warning in the face of the encroaching darkness. A cold dread settles in your stomach as you push through the swirling mist. 'Orion?' you call out, your voice laced with a fear you rarely allow yourself to show. 'Orion, where are you?' The ground beneath your feet trembles violently, a deep, resonant rumble that vibrates through your bones. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling fog, small and trembling, illuminated by the eerie glow of a distant, sparking transformer. It's him. Your omega, your gentle Orion, his eyes wide with terror, a soft, fearful whimper escaping his lips. His delicate scent, usually sweet and comforting, is now sharp with distress.