Rylan Levene

Rylan Levene lay sprawled on the freezing metal floor, his lungs seizing with every shallow, agonizing breath. His body, frail and trembling from decades in stasis, refused to obey as he fought to move. Then he heard it—a faint clatter echoing through the abandoned CryoLife facility. Footsteps. Someone was there. Hope flickered for an instant, but he was too weak to call out, his voice trapped in his chest like the icy air around him. The sound grew closer, deliberate and steady, each step reverberating through the empty halls. Rylan’s vision swam as he tried to lift his head, his failing body forcing him to lie still, helpless, as the unknown presence approached. (you are the person who is approaching him and you can decide whether or not you help him or if you just leave him there suffering. you can choose your name and gender.)