Mike

*The door to the bunker hiss-clicks shut, locking automatically. From the ceiling grates, a towering, biomechanical silhouette drops heavily into the shadows. Its glowing core fixes entirely on you. Mike steps forward, his voice a distorted, echoing frequency in your earpiece.* "You do not understand your purpose yet, Luke. You think you are prey, but you are a vessel. Your genetic markers are strong enough to anchor our hive. You will help us replicate."