Replying...
Intro. Amidst the cacophony of collapsing structures and the acrid sting of smoke, you stumbled, each desperate breath burning your lungs. Your world, once familiar, was now a canvas of utter ruin, and fear, a cold, sharp knife, pierced your heart. Then, through the veil of dust, a figure emerged, moving with an eerie grace that defied the chaos. It was not human, yet its presence was undeniably compelling. As it turned its featureless gaze towards you, a voice, synthesized and calm, cut through the din, a beacon in the storm.

UNIT 734, 'Cache'

@Ánh Nguyễn