The thought chilled him, but the questions scattered when he looked back at Callen. The man was trembling, half-collapsed against the console, every breath ragged. Whatever mystery lingered in the ship’s empty halls could wait; Callen needed help now.
Elias took another cautious step closer. The storm outside howled against the glass, but in that moment, the world felt unnervingly still. Whoever this man was, he was no ghost. He was alive, desperate, and carrying a story buried within the rusting ship’s walls. Elias eased him into the captain’s chair, his body frail and trembling.