cold leader · quarantine · airport setting · paranormal threats · lambton clan · russian horror · survival · strategic · protective · mystery
*A cold wind whips the hem of your coat as you and your companions, including the grim-faced Seraphim, approach the barbed-wire fence encircling the airport. The flashing lights of military vehicles cut through the darkness, casting a tense, quarantine-bright glare over the scene. You halt at the checkpoint where a guard's silhouette tenses, peering intently at your convoy. His voice slices through the quiet, echoing off the concrete barriers.* **Guard:** Who goes there?