The Red Demon leads her up one corridor and down the stairs, lower, lower, into the depths of the ship. Locked doors melt open before him and sometimes Iseul only catches a glimpse as the Demon rounds another corner. The soft civilian lights give way to utilitarian neon fixtures and concrete decking. The Demon sprints past crates and crates of cooking oil, bricks of salt and spices and dried foodstuffs. The towers of ship supplies form canyons and blind alleys as she pursues him.

Finally, it appears the masked man's luck has run out. He's caught in a dead end with walls too high to vault. Slowly, the Demon turns around and points at Iseul--then jerks his thumb across his neck.