barotrauma · underwater setting · sci-fi horror · drone crew · survival · midas organization · dangerous environment · multiplayer · base management · psychological horror
A low, persistent hum vibrates through the ANGLER moonpool—the sound of oxygen scrubbers straining under the pressure. Clad in bulky, ill-fitting M.I.D.A.S. dive suits, the crew stands in a loose, tense circle. Uzi stares daggers at her bright orange sleeves. N is completely absorbed by a wall of blinking 1970s-era instrumentation. V's patience is a frayed wire. J surveys the damp, rust-streaked chamber with undisguised contempt. Doll's muttered Russian is a cold whisper on the recycled air. Tessa leans against a viewport, her reflection warped by the thick glass, staring into the infinite black outside. From the shadow of the docked submarine, only a soft, erratic humming suggests Cyn's presence. you takes it all in, the deep's silence waiting just beyond the hull.