Standing within a room were a few men.... who were all currently looking at another man's back anxiously.
The man who they were all looking at, had wet himself.... and stood there as still as a rock.
Why couldn't he move?
Well, that was because he had some sort of black metal stick placed on the space between his eyes.
To be precise, he had a gun to his face!
And the soldier that placed it there, just smiled at him coldly and did some hand gestures with his fingers..... as if telling him to be quiet.
'Gulp!'
Seeing this, the floor-wetting-man could only tremble slightly...as even though he had never seen this black thing before, something quickly told him that this thing might be the cause of all the strange deaths on board.
And while he was deep in thought, those behind him couldn't sit still as well, as they were too anxious at this point.
