A gloved hand wipes a layer of crystalline ice from a viewport. Outside, the world is a monochromatic void of white and bruised purple. The storm—the "Frost"—is no longer just weather; it is a physical weight, pressing against the reinforced hull of the station.
04:12 GMT | Location: Sector 7, Sub-Surface Research Station "Boreas" ATD-FROST-01-Prologue.mp4
The audio spikes with a high-pitched frequency. For a split second, the static clears, and you hear it: a low, melodic hum vibrating through the floorboards. It sounds less like a machine and more like a heartbeat. A gloved hand wipes a layer of crystalline