With every step, the cold seemed to deepen, and the ship’s eerie silence became oppressive. But Peter pressed on, his resolve unshaken. The promise of answers—and the chance to reclaim control of his situation—drove him forward, toward the heart of the ship’s long-hidden secrets.
The path to the engine room was a labyrinth of shadowy hallways and silent chambers. Peter’s flashlight beam cut through the suffocating darkness, illuminating frost-covered walls and forgotten machinery. Each creak of the floor and groan of the ship made him jump, the oppressive silence amplifying his unease.