Transcript

1: A screen flickers back to life and shows a view of Melissa on the ground trough a drone camera. On the screen is the message:
[DSN CONNECTED]

2: Melissa is crawling backwards while trying to open the paneled pocket in her suit.

3: She gasps in pain as tendrils from the walls stab her through her suit with splashes of red blood.

4: Her arms are pulled to her sides, pierced by thorny tentacles.
Krizman: Melissa…

5: With a tilted head and sad expression, Krizman pleads with her.
Krizman: We need to stop fighting us. We need to let go…

6: Melissa is now held up, strung up in the air, by the Black Mass tendrils which fail to fuse with her and seem only able to rip into her skin.
Krizman: Us… Julia… Our father… Everyone we lost here…
We won’t have to worry about losing any part of us like that ever again if we just come back to where we belong and relax…