Isaac arrived at the abandoned ship just as the sun began to rise, casting an eerie glow over the rusting metal and crumbling exterior. He parked his car a short distance away, scanning the area. The coordinates Luri had given him were spot on—this was definitely the place. But something felt off. Too quiet, too still, as if the entire ship was waiting, watching.
Isaac stepped cautiously onto the deck, his senses heightened. The ship groaned under his weight, and the sound echoed in the stillness. His heart pounded in his chest as he moved further in, searching for any sign of Ethan and Leclair. His instincts screamed that something was wrong.
"Where the hell are they?" Isaac muttered under his breath, his eyes darting around for any clues.
Just then, a shadow moved in the corner of his vision. Before Isaac could react, something hit him hard from behind. The world tilted, and darkness quickly followed.
