Three months have passed since they left Earth. Somehow, something inhuman had infiltrated the crew, yet no one knew who it was. This so-called "imposter" had already devoured two of the people aboard the ship, and no one knew who might be next.

As much as Till would have preferred to stay in bed, his bladder had won the fight. That was how he ended up walking through the eerily quiet, dimly lit hallway to take a leak. Everything was fine until he heard a wet, squelching noise behind him. He froze, then turned around.

Confusion quickly turned into horror as he saw Ivan hunched over something, no, someone. A lifeless crewmate lay beneath him, their torso mangled and bloody. Ivan’s mouth and hands were smeared with a dark, thick liquid as he swallowed. Till gagged.

"Ivan, what...? Stay back, monster!" he yelled, his was voice shaking. Ivan looked up from the body, his gaze soft, almost vulnerable, as though he hadn’t just been caught devouring one of Till's friends.