Arriving at the battered flying ship, Anita Mui dismounted his steed, his boots landing firmly on the weathered deck.
"What the fuck happened here?" He asked himself.
The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and smoldering metal, and the faint hum of the flying ship's dying engines reverberated beneath Anita Mui's feet.
Taking a moment to assess his surroundings, his sharp gaze swept over the fractured hull and the chaotic mess of broken railings and loose cables that dangled precariously overhead.
Anita Mui's eyes narrowed as they locked onto a door leading below deck, its hinges barely holding it in place as it hung ajar.
From within the darkened interior, the muffled sound of desperate screams were heard.
"No! Please! I have a fami—!?"
"Get away from me! You monst—!?"
"No! No! No! This isn't rea—!?"
Seconds later, the screamed died down…
