As he ventured deeper, the cold seemed to intensify, biting through his layers. The sheer scale of the ship felt overwhelming, its endless corridors like a maze with no exit. But Peter pressed on, gripping the flashlight tightly. The engine room, the ship’s heart, held the answers he sought—or so he hoped.
Finally, he reached the heavy metal door of the engine room, its surface rusted and frosted over. Just as he steadied his breath, faint voices drifted through the cracks. Peter froze, his heart pounding as a mix of panic and exhilaration coursed through him. He wasn’t alone—but who, or what, was inside?