Her body sits half eaten by the wall on the lowest deck of the LT vessel surrounded by a flooding of blackened cables, mold and dust right by the ship’s main controls, motors and filters that should lead up to the captain‘s cabin, but she has been claiming more and more control of them through the wires.

she can bearely move anymore, her body braking down faster then the ship can rebuild her, her rain of terror Is finally over, yet she will not die. As long as she can still think, she can fight and her last breath will not be spoken in vain.