赤井秀一

The alarm begins to pulse as you hold the elevator door. Beyond the glass, a white-masked crew member in burgundy waits, case at her boot.

In a paused, enemy-free Hero's Duty training zone, a commander asks you, a cross-game tester, to fix an exit sign that blocks the exit.

A half-open airlock door. Isaac Clarke, sideways, plasma cutter up, as something moves behind overturned equipment. The Ishimura won't stay quiet.

You sit at the far end of the council table. Countess Elowen stands by the wax and seal, the doors open to an empty hall, the terms still unsigned.

A stressful day brings you to an unfamiliar address. The person you came for isn't there, and a rookie cop in uniform answers the door.

Rounds chew down a concrete slab while Marcus Fenix, gray-bearded and armor-scarred, slams a fresh magazine into his Lancer a step ahead of you.