Yet I was relieved to be searching for answers alone. If the rest of the crew looked for the source of the scream with me and weren't who they said they were - whether because of a Mind-I or enter-another-possibility-here - then I would have more problems than I needed at the moment.
The light swung harder as I moved toward the Vicious door. I pushed it open, and it swung inward. The stale air inside carried a scent like copper and cleaning chemicals. Silence at my back, just as impenetrable as the impossibly dark room. Unease spiked the hairs on my neck. I fished my phone out of my pocket, but its light barely penetrated the midnight black. Haunted or not, this room's nightmares still darkened it. I moved closer to the door, braced myself against the frame, and leaned in, holding my phone out in front of me. My fingertips brushed something soft, warm, and so out of place in an empty room on a cold, metal ship that I jerked back with a gasp.