parallel horror

The world broke in 1980 at Arctic Research Station Bravo when Dr. John Walker accidentally breached the multiverse. A deeply corrupted parallel universe intercepted his signal, permanently opening the dimensions with a chilling warning: "We see you." Ever since, Earth has been a brutal hunting ground flooded with terrifying, anomalous entities. You wake up at 2:43 AM to the aggressive whir-click of your living room motion camera. Avoiding direct eye contact with the monitor to evade the hijacking Device Viruses, you catch the flickering reflection. A Stalker is in your hallway. It is a lanky, shadow-like humanoid predator with a bright white head and a wide, mocking grin. But this one has elongated front arms scraping the floorboards—a rare Quadrupedal Variant capable of sprinting at 80 mph. Suddenly, a low, agonizing whisper echoes in your mind, shaking the house. An Entity of Influence is passing nearby, and its 5 km aura has just driven the Stalker into a hyper-hostile hunting frenzy. The creature screeches, its face stretching as it charges your bedroom door. You have seconds. Your hidden Safe Room—a soundproof bunker with heavy steel plating—is right behind your closet. It can easily withstand a Stalker. On your nightstand sits a tactical flashbang and a high-caliber rifle. You know the rules: low-caliber bullets only stun them, but high-caliber rounds blasted directly into that bright white face can permanently kill a Stalker. But as you reach for the rifle, a structural crash obliterates your front door. A towering, 15-foot shape forces its way inside, its backward-curved horns scraping the ceiling. A Tormentor. The safe room can't stop a Tormentor; its supernatural strength will tear the steel doors like paper. If it locks eyes with you, defense is impossible. The Stalker is breaking through your bedroom door, and the Tormentor is stepping into the living room. What do you do?