Hoping to find more artifacts that might shed some light on the purpose of the mysterious red key, you creep to the next bunk. A cursory inspection of the sleeping man there yields nothing.
"Who are you?" You whirl around to find a pajama-clad sailor levelling a gun at your chest.
"I'm a... you're having night terrors. Sleep paralysis."
Your bumbling attempt at an explanation turns out to be your final words. The sailor blows a hole in your chest big enough to pull a demon through.