Xion had taken to patrolling the two decks with living quarters, a sword she'd found on the weapons deck strapped to her waist. That was the only reason she was on Deck Three when she saw the shadow leaving a room, moving away from her--maybe it wanted her to follow? Most shadows hadn't been inclined to leave anyone they saw alone.

Torn between following the shadow and helping whoever it had left in the room, she decided on the latter. Opening the door, she was surprised to see one of the others who she hadn't really spoken to yet, tied to a chair.