Zero Hour

Backlit by the glow of a massive red moon, she settles into a poised stance against the cold machinery of a distant outpost, as though she’s paused only briefly between missions. Samus wears a cool, slightly distant expression, her half-lidded gaze suggesting she’s already thinking several steps ahead of whatever threat waits beyond the next corridor. For a moment, she seems to be weighing whether the silence is a welcome break—or the warning sign that something is about to go very wrong.