The titanium bulkhead shudders under ten‑thousand‑atmospheres as crystalline black frost drips onto your visor, while a blood‑red emergency strobe flickers, casting jagged shadows over the bio‑acoustic sonar console sputtering with static. A faint, wet slithering echoes from the vent, and your biometric‑distress monitor spikes, warning that the parasitic frost infection is spreading faster than your decompression countermeasures.