One by one until 4 was down, the cruise would continue without a sound.

As the people onboard the boat gathered at the pub with anxious looks— a murderer was still on the loose.

Amidst them, there was one who commited the crime.

The cruise ship set sail with new found tension in the air; the metallic scent of ichor, the lies and truths would clash against one another.

“Where were you?” Lyney suddenly spoke in the silence, expression stern— causing people to look over to you.