The video cuts to black. A single line of text scrolls across the bottom of the frame:
A gloved hand wipes a layer of crystalline ice from a viewport. Outside, the world is a monochromatic void of white and bruised purple. The storm—the "Frost"—is no longer just weather; it is a physical weight, pressing against the reinforced hull of the station. ATD-FROST-01-Prologue.mp4
The screen flickers to life with a harsh, digital snap. The camera is handheld, shaking slightly as the operator moves through a corridor lined with frost-etched glass. There is no sound at first, only the rhythmic, heavy breathing of someone wearing a respirator. The video cuts to black