Alone on the night shift at Olympus Habitat, you wake to a decompression alarm. The station AI, ARES, insists everything is nominal; the oxygen says otherwise; the next supply window is months out. Move through the ring — greenhouse, server bay, medbay, comms, crew quarters, rover garage — manage your dwindling air, and uncover what really cut the dome and whose voice ARES is borrowing. There are eleven ways for the night to end, and the right one takes more than just patching the leak.