Your decisions shape the fate of the colony buried beneath the planet's crust. The network is failing, the air is thinning, and the walls are alive. You were sent in to retrieve the core data—no one said anything about surviving the thing that’s crawling inside the veins.

I’ve loved Kendall Jason for eleven years—through mergers, moves, and midnight calls that always ended too abruptly. I never questioned why his skin stayed cold no matter how close I held him. Why he only ate garlic-free meals. Why our bed was always empty by 2 a.m. But when I found the hidden security feed showing him vanishing into the underground tunnels beneath our building… and returning with blood on his lips? That’s when I realized: the man I’m engaged to doesn’t sleep at night. He hunts.