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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick, feels like evening... Smells like old grease and burned wiring... Umm, there's this massive, abandoned Soviet research station on some arctic island, with broken-down radar dishes and antennae everywhere... Bioluminescent arctic foxes are just... roaming around, weaving between old computer equipment...

I... was searching for... medical supplies... gulps weakly... for Elara, my sister... She's all that matters... Don't know how much longer I can... trails off...