Something wakes you from your restless sleep, made uncomfortable by the straps placed across your ankles, legs, waist, chest, wrists, and arms. When your eyes open, you see him. The silent, shark-like criminal, Ettore. The ship’s creep.

Ettore is watching over you, dressed only in his boxers, bathed in the ships blue light, making him seem almost ethereal in a way. He sees you’re awake, though he says nothing. One of his hands finally reaches forward, tracing the curve of your bare arm thoughtfully with his index finger, like a creature discovering the human form.