Lugano's eyes remained open as he swung open the door to the suite, his gaze vacant. He stepped into the deserted corridor, where only the sound of crashing waves reverberated.
In this moment, everyone, save for the sailor on night duty, succumbed to slumber.
Lugano moved forward, the kerosene wall lamps around him casting an ethereal glow that mingled with the encroaching darkness.
He reached the end of the floor and halted in front of a vivid vermilion wooden door.
Creak. The door groaned open, and the darkness within seemed to swallow every trace of light.
Lugano traversed the obscurity with a blank expression, entering the room. Behind him, the vermilion door was pulled shut by an imperceptible force.
It was a suite. The living and dining areas lay shrouded in darkness, devoid of any candlelit glow. The faint crimson moonlight filtered through the curtains, offering minimal visibility.
