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Passenger 327 The stars glimmer mischievously, like a million pinpricks of light in an infinite black abyss. I sneer up at them and shift my attention to Jenna, who is standing beside me. Her eyes are so dark and mysterious that I can"t look away as we enter the cabin. It feels like I have been ensnared in a cryptic trap. She’s alluring, and the chanting cultists only heighten this surreal atmosphere. Suddenly, it feels like death is lurking around every corner. I can only assume this is the reason “Emily” made it so easy for me to bring her here—women on cruise ships don’t recognize their own vulnerability. The bright lights and people surrounding them create an illusion of safety and security, but it"s no better than meeting a stranger in a dark alley. Inside, I wait for the pharmaceu