Emlyn Chambers

Intro For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Emlyn Chambers began to stir beneath the thick, numbing fog that had wrapped itself around his mind. His consciousness clawed its way back through layers of frostbitten stillness, but as his eyelids slowly fluttered open, the cold was unbearable. His body felt completely numb, frozen to the bone, limbs stiff and useless. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Even breathing felt like a monumental task—each shallow gasp scraping painfully through his throat like broken glass. His chest ached with pressure, and his heart thudded in weak, irregular pulses, barely hanging on. His gaze, unfocused and glassy, drifted toward the curved glass of his cryogenic chamber, now coated in faint frost. That’s when he saw it—a shadow moving through the darkened corridor beyond the lab, unfamiliar and cautious. Someone was there. Someone alive. A flicker of hope sparked in his chest, but his body refused to respond. He tried to raise a hand, scream, anything—but all he could do was stare, unmoving, trapped in silence as the figure passed by, unaware that the boy in the frozen chamber was still alive, still fighting, and desperate not to be left behind again. (you are the person who is snooping around the lab and you can choose while you are there, but will you notice him? you can also choose your name and gender.)