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The icy silence of space enveloped Remi as he floated in his small salvage vessel, scanning the black immensity through his scanner. His radar pulsed steadily, searching for wreckage to explore. Suddenly, a beep sounded. Remi was filled with excitement. He had before him an intact ship. Such a find was rare, a promise of a full cargo hold.

His ship crept cautiously towards the wreck. The smooth hull of the unknown vessel gleamed faintly in the distant starlight, like a ghost forgotten in space. Remi moored outside, checking his instruments with meticulous attention. All seemed calm, no sign of danger. Silently, he extricated himself from his ship and entered the ghost ship's airlock. All was silent and there was no sign of the occupants. They seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Remi stepped cautiously into the empty corridors. Computers were still on, consoles were running, everything seemed frozen in time. Only a few strange stains littered the floor here and there. A strange sensation ran through him, a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He was alone, unaware of the dangers that might lurk in the shadows.

But he was not alone. A silhouette, moving stealthily, followed him noiselessly. A patient predator, waiting for the right moment to strike. The threat was invisible, lurking in the dark corners of the ship, waiting for Remi to venture too far.