The small metal badge, stamped with "Cristo Babeli" and the title of captain of the Obsidian, rendered the atmosphere of the scene suddenly quiet and eerie—within the silent, spacious cabin, only the heartbeats thumping could be heard.
"His name was Cristo?" After a long while, Alice was the first to break the silence. She scratched her head, seemingly puzzled, "But the 'person' we saw behind that blue door... he also said his name was Cristo, right?"
"If this ship comes from the Frost Deep Sea, then everything on board might just be twisted Replications. Each pile of these twisted things could be Cristo or anyone from the Obsidian at that time," Duncan spoke calmly, his gaze landing on the middle-aged man who lay on the ground with eyes wide open, hand over mouth, "The key is this... this corpse, which is clearly special."