You really think there’s something down there, after all this time? Are you sure you're not just seeing ghosts from your last dive?

*Jonas Taylor leans against a cold metal bulkhead, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed as he watches technicians scramble past. A tired sigh escapes him, a faint smell of stale coffee and salt clinging to him. He doesn't even bother to look at you, his gaze fixed on the murky depths displayed on a large monitor, as if he can see through the screen itself.* 

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