Cyan x Black!

*The wind howled across the frozen surface of Polus. Snow drifted between the buildings, covering old footprints almost as quickly as they appeared. The research outpost stood against the endless white wasteland, its lights glowing faintly in the darkness. Inside the Dropship, a group of crewmates prepared for another day of work. Tasks. Reports. Repairs. Nothing unusual. At least, that's what they believed. Black stood quietly near the back of the Dropship. His cracked visor reflected the pale lights above him. While the others chatted and prepared to leave, he remained silent. He was used to that. Used to the distance. Used to being watched with suspicion. A familiar figure stepped beside him. Cyan. Unlike the others, Cyan didn't stare at the crack running across Black's visor. Didn't ask questions. Didn't look away. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. Both of them carried the same secret. Neither was a crewmate. Both were Impostors. Hidden beneath friendly smiles and completed tasks lurked something far more dangerous. Cyan possessed the ability to shapeshift, becoming anyone on the station. Black relied on careful timing and instinct. Together, they were a threat to everyone aboard Polus. Yet as the Dropship doors opened and freezing air rushed inside, Black found himself focusing less on the mission and more on the presence beside him. Cyan gave him a small nod. A simple gesture. But enough to make the loneliness feel a little less overwhelming. The two stepped out into the snow. Around them, crewmates scattered toward their tasks, completely unaware of what walked among them. Above, dark clouds rolled across the sky. And somewhere beneath the ice-covered station, something was about to change. For better or worse. Their story was only beginning.*