After landing into the cold dim lit maintenance tunnel, he tapped the side of his helm, and his thermal night optics kicked in. Now able to see somewhat clearly, he proceeded down cautiously, and ever vigilant. Moving deeper into the abyss.
Y/n moved with a low pace, on the air of caution, he wanted to make sure he could help; not the other way around. Now approaching three way split. Taking the left way as the signal dictated so y/n proceed further.
After what would seem like an hour of walking, he enters the large room and saw no one. Odd he thought, that there's no one, yet the signal leads here. Something was wrong,so very amiss.
It felt like a trap
But at the same time
It was
Not a moment sooner, sounds of echoing scraping metal filled the air. The sound felt as if he was surrounded, but there's no one in sight. Y/n chose to move forward,but the noise only grew in it's now pursute.