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Day two of your cruise will certainly prove to be fruitful. This fact is brought to light by the blood that soaks the floor when you reach the main deck.

It's everywhere - everywhere, ｅｖｅｒｙｗｈｅｒｅ,
no clear ground to stand on; the wood is soaked in a dark red, the sea water mixed in only makes it worse.

And when you garner the courage to step forward, the wet sounds beneath your heel are almost distracting enough to keep you from realizing there are other things laying on the floor.

Small pieces and parts. Little bits that should make a whole are left to make a small trail. When you find its intended destination there is a door, barely ajar and creaking, classic horror movie ominous and chill inducing before you open it and let the light of day pour into what should have been nothing more than a janitor's closet.

Strider is tied down to a chair, a rope left wrapped tightly around his body, evidently trying to keep him in place. It's a wonder his screams weren't heard during the night, given his condition. His sunglasses are gone; eyes are wide open and blank, cold. He's practically been shredded up and left to drip blood on the floor. His fingers - gone, toes - gone, tongue - gone.

And yet apparent cause of death is nothing more than a simple slit of the throat.

There's no help on the cruise save for your small group. The silence is eerie and you realize that there's no way so much blood could come from just a single human.