The response was hurried, as if the man was eager to end the exchange. Without another word, he turned and strode down the corridor, his pace quick, as if avoiding further interaction. Jason watched him depart, an inexplicable sense of unease creeping over him, his instincts sharpening.
It dawned on him then—this man didn’t seem like a typical cruise passenger. His accent, his hurried reply, his attire—he seemed local. But why would a local be occupying room 4C? Jason’s instincts urged him to follow, to investigate, yet he held back, chiding himself for overthinking.