'Gone by the night and returned by the day…'
It was yet another chilling clue behind the mystery of the ship.
As Haru rowed on his bench, his eyes remained fixed on Kenji.
The mannerisms, the expression, the way he carried himself—it was all the same as yesterday.
But the man in question was not alive. Not after what Akira had told him.
'Damn it… fourth time this week. That means there are more like him. Wait, the System never mentioned how long they've been stuck here, and the food only ran out the day before yesterday. So, doesn't that mean there might be even more like him? Not just the rowers… but the Gunners as well? Then…. Captain also?'
The thought sent a chill down Haru's spine. If the ones responsible for steering and protecting the ship were not alive, how would they ever reach land—or escape the sea monster?
'Is that why the ship felt empty at the previous night?'
