The ship is silent and dark as Kisa races down into the bowels of the ship, skidding to a halt outside of the room she shares with Hajun. Frantically, she pounds on the door, ignoring the muffled groans of Hajun and the angry wails of Hwanin. She knocks until a bleary-eyed Somi yanks it open, looking peeved. Her annoyance falters as she takes in Kisa.

Somi smirks through slightly bee-stung lips that are sure to mirror Kisa’s own, and brushes her short, mussed hair behind her ear. “Is that Seokga’s sweater?”

“Somi,” Kisa pants, thrusting the journal into her hands. “Your killer. It was a jangsan beom.”

The gumiho flinches, eyes widening. “How do you—”

“It surprised you with its attack,” she presses on. “But you fought back so viciously that it had no choice but to break your claws. It hadn’t meant to do that. You were supposed to be this mystery’s scapegoat, Somi—you. She knew you’d bribe that jeoseung saja and get on this ship. But things didn’t go according to plan. You lost your claws. You couldn’t take the blame.”

Somi suddenly looks much younger than her years, and very scared. Behind her, a groggy Hajun, shirtless and mussed, looking as if he’s survived a tornado yet loved it, comes to the door. “What are you talking about?” Somi demands, but there’s a slight waver to her voice.

“Kisa?” Hajun asks in concern, voice thick with sleep and confusion. “What’s happening?”

“It was never Soo-min or Hwanung,” she rasps. “All along, it was—” Kisa cries out as the ship lurches beneath her feet, a terrible, sudden motion that sends her flying to her knees. Somi hits the ground next to her, and Hajun shouts in alarm as Hwanin begins to wail even louder somewhere in the room.

“What was that?” Somi gasps, struggling to her feet—only to be thrown down once more as the ship bucks again.

Hajun staggers out into the corridor, protectively holding Hwanin to his bare chest. Somehow the idol manages to remain upright even as the floor rocks with sharp motions. “We need to get to the upper decks!” he shouts, grabbing Kisa by the arm and hauling her up. “Go!”

She falls over and over as they hurry down the corridor, scraping her knees, bruising her arms. Somi catches her, saving her from a nasty fall down the stairs. The two women hold on to each other for support as they climb higher and higher, finally emerging onto the tenth deck, the normally peaceful sundeck. Kisa and Somi rush to the edge, staring down at the waters below…Where ineo have swarmed the boat, webbed hands pressed against the sides, fanged mouths stretched in wide, wicked smiles.