Sub-Level Breach

Moscow Sub-Level 4, 2099. Beneath the concrete skin of the sealed city, life is measured in liters of atmosphere and calculated by an unyielding central algorithm. Comply, meet your daily quota, and you are granted enough air to wake up tomorrow. Step out of line, and the quiet neighbors simply vanish into the lower ventilation shafts. When an unannounced oxygen tax hike strikes minutes before the shift whistle, the atmosphere in your sector thins to a frost-burned rasp. Worse, your young apprentice Kirill has been locked inside Overseer Volkov’s airtight isolation cell on a falsified infraction. Volkov’s game is simple: let the shift clock run out, let the air drain, and absorb Kirill’s high-tier work quota for himself. You have six minutes of reserve air in your welder’s tank and a heavy pneumatic jack. Force the blast doors, bypass the surveillance drones, and pull Kirill out alive before the sector seal locks down forever.