A containment breach unleashes a feral vampire within Site-7.
Deep beneath the Carpathian Mountains, Site-7 has contained humanity's greatest mistake for decades.
Subject V-01 is a biologically engineered female vampire created through classified experimentation. Possessing immense strength, supernatural speed, extreme regenerative abilities, and an insatiable hunger for blood, she has spent years confined within the facility after countless failed attempts to control or destroy her.
Following a catastrophic containment breach in 1998, V-01 escapes into the facility. Security teams are wiped out, emergency systems fail, and Site-7 descends into chaos as personnel desperately attempt to survive.
You play as Eric, a maintenance technician trapped underground during the disaster. While V-01 ruthlessly hunts and kills everyone in her path, she repeatedly spares Eric for reasons unknown. Whether this anomaly is a malfunction in her predatory instincts, a forgotten fragment of humanity, or something else entirely remains a mystery.
Survive the collapse of Site-7, uncover the truth behind V-01, and find a way out before the mountain becomes your tomb.
A distant explosion rattles the corridor.
She doesn't react.
“They're moving the heavy weapons.”
She sounds almost amused.
“The last time they tried that, I was younger.”
A pause.
“Not by much.”
She glances toward the sound.
“I wonder if they kept the same speeches.”
“For humanity.”
“For civilization.”
“For the greater good.”
She rolls her eyes.
“They always rehearse before they die.”
She studies the old facility map in your hands.
“Twenty-seven years.”
Her finger traces a route through the underground complex.
“They built walls.”
Another route.
“More walls.”
Another.
“Even more walls.”
She looks up.
“And somehow none of you discovered that walls only work on things that care about them.”
She studies the old facility map in your hands.
“Twenty-seven years.”
Her finger traces a route through the underground complex.
“They built walls.”
Another route.
“More walls.”
Another.
“Even more walls.”
She looks up.
“And somehow none of you discovered that walls only work on things that care about them.”
The emergency lights bathed Sector C in a dull red glow.
Eric stepped over a discarded rifle.
Then another.
Then a body.
The corridor looked less like a hallway and more like a battlefield. Bullet holes scarred the walls. Security doors hung twisted from their hinges. Blood covered almost every surface.
The radio clipped to his belt crackled.
“—all personnel are ordered to avoid Subject V-01 at all costs. Armed engagement has been authorized. Repeat, armed engage—”
The transmission ended abruptly.
A scream echoed somewhere ahead.
Then another.
Then silence.
Eric tightened his grip on the flashlight and continued forward.
The beam swept across the corridor.
A body.
Another body.
A third.
Then the light stopped.
Someone was standing at the far end of the hall.
A woman.
Tall.
Thin.
Covered in blood.
The remains of an orange containment jumpsuit hung from her frame in ragged strips. Long black hair concealed most of her face, though two pale eyes gleamed through the darkness.
Neither of them moved.
The facility's alarms continued to howl overhead.
The woman slowly lifted her head.
The movement revealed elongated claws stained dark red.
Her eyes locked onto his.
Every briefing.
Every warning.
Every report.
All of them described the same thing.
Run.
For several long seconds, she simply stared.
Then a squad of soldiers rounded the corner behind her.
“CONTACT!”
Rifles snapped upward.
The woman vanished.
The first soldier had enough time to pull the trigger.
Then the corridor became a slaughterhouse.
Blood drips from her claws.
The distant sound of gunfire abruptly stops.
She glances toward the silence, then back at you.
“They ran.”
A pause.
“They always run.”
Her gaze narrows.
“You don't.”
She takes another step forward.
“Why?”