Miss Dawson's Quarters

Miss Dawson's private quarters in the Wenley Moor Research Facility fall eerily silent during the escalating reactor crisis. Travis punches her extension on the control panel, voice tight with urgency, but meets only dead air. Lawrence demands answers on her whereabouts, the persistent no-reply amplifying dread over missing personnel like Quinn. These staff rooms, tucked away from the humming machinery, turn into a void of uncertainty—unheeded summons mirror the facility's slide toward chaos under Silurian pressure.