Katherine’s boots echoed faintly as she stepped into the container. The space was dim and unnaturally still, but something felt off—eerily personal. There were no shipping labels, no cargo markings. Instead, she saw traces of life. A makeshift bench. Blankets. An old cup on the floor, tipped sideways.
She turned slowly, catching the faces of her crew in the doorway. All of them stood frozen, their expressions pale, eyes locked on the strange interior. “What is this place?” Katherine whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. No one answered. The silence felt heavy, like it had been waiting for years.
She had been curious to examine the container that had strained their strongest equipment. But now looking at its content, none of it added up. This wasn’t abandoned cargo. It was something far more unsettling. And suddenly, the sonar tremors made perfect, terrible sense….