After Renee Kane jumped to the top floor, the Fish-folk couldn't seem to stop their momentum, skidding right off the edge and sliding into the sea.
As Renee Kane landed on the top deck, she glanced back just in time to see the Fish-folk, their eyes bulging, tumbling into the fog.
If she wasn't mistaken, the moment they touched the mist, they seemed to evaporate completely.
She stopped looking down and turned her gaze to the only entrance on the top floor.
It was a large door made of fog.
Renee Kane had a vague premonition of who was behind the door, but she had no way to retreat.
With the Fish-folk consumed by the fog, the thick mist that had been held at bay was now starting to creep over the ship's hull.
There wasn't necessarily a wolf ahead, but there was certainly a tiger behind.
With three seconds left on the countdown, Renee Kane didn't hesitate and stepped right through the door of fog.
