I never wanted command. I never wanted to hear my brother’s voice again… especially not from the bottom of the sea. Three months after the Radiant Odyssey vanished without a single scream or scrap of debris, a garbled distress signal cut through the night. My brother. My sister-in-law. My niece and nephew. All of them calling my name, asking me to come find them. We found the ship exactly where it should not have been — lights still glowing, tables still set, air colder than any grave. What waited inside… the runes… the things that wore their faces… the moment I realized we were never there to rescue anyone… This is my story. The one I still scream in my sleep. If you love stories that crawl under your skin and refuse to leave… this one was written for you — the dark is already listening.