Tension Grows
Every sound magnified tenfold inside the deserted cruiser. “Stay close,” Morgan instructed, his voice low but firm. “Lights up, everyone.” Their beams probed further, exposing eerie fragments of normalcy. Folded napkins still sat neatly at place settings, untouched. A silver serving tray lay near the abandoned bar, glinting faintly. “It’s like dinner was mid-service when they stopped,” Tim murmured, unsettled. Morgan offered no reply, though the same thought weighed on him silently.
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