—I don’t want to die —he whispers.

But the cold doesn’t listen.

Time blurs. His body goes numb. Just as he is about to lose consciousness, his biotech eye detects movement in the darkness. Something slides through the shadows. Something big.

And then, against all odds, someone drags him to the surface.

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Second Part: The Impossible Error

The light stabs into his eyes as he wakes. His first instinct is to bring his hand to his face, but the pain in his wrist stops him cold. He’s alive. Alive. Against all logic, against all probability.

He struggles to sit up and finds himself in an improvised shelter. The walls are rock, the floor compacted ice. His thermal suit is still on, though it has been patched with a material he doesn’t recognize. A few meters away, a cluster of long, skeletal forms moves with inhuman coordination. Natives. Creatures with translucent skin, dark eyes, and bodies seemingly designed to survive in Niflheim’s frozen hell.

Mickey7 swallows hard. The colony believes these beings are hostile. Predators. But they saved him. Why?