Passenger 327
It is my darkest hour; Jenna"s behavior leaves a lot to be desired, and also I have been tracking my target through the labyrinthine corridors of the ship. For hours, I have been lurking in the shadows, patiently stalking my prey. I have become a master of disguise, a ghost among the living, undetected and undeterred in my mission.
Finally, my patience pays off.
I stand in the darkness, watching as my victim exits the elevator and makes her way down the corridor. I hiss menacingly as she passes; a warning and a promise of what is coming. She quickens her pace, her eyes darting from side to side as she tries in vain to spot her pursuer.
But it is too late.
I emerge from the darkness and force the woman into her cabin. She shrieks in terror as I advance, my hands like iron
