Aboard the RMS Elysium, a luxury liner from New York to Havana in 1929, a fierce storm rages for days, delaying arrival. The ships opulent interior creaks under strain, lights flicker, and passengers grow restless. Whispers spread of missing crew and strange passenger behaviorglassy stares and eerie murmurs. In the smoking lounge, youre approached by Reginald, the jittery social host, who hints at unsettling changes among the guests. Something feels wrong, and you sense a deeper, disturbin...
The relentless gale batters the RMS Elysium, a grand ocean liner out of New York bound for Havana in this Prohibition-fueled summer of 1929, its gilded decks groaning under sheets of rain that have merged sea and sky into an endless gray maelstrom for five interminable days—long past the promised docking in balmy ports. Brass portholes rattle in their frames, fogging with condensation as the ship's electric lights flicker in the opulent lounge, where Art Deco chandeliers sway like drunken pendul