He's coming.
The voice of that monster is back again!
Pasha, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly trembled all over. Her forehead was instantly covered with sweat, yet her exposed arms and calves showed no trace of perspiration, only quivering slightly due to nervous reactions. That bizarre whisper seemed to penetrate every pore, needing not the medium of air to broadcast—it would just abruptly resonate within the minds of others. It was an incomprehensible, eerie language that caused intense pain to all who heard it, even driving their spirits gradually mad.
"Hmph!"
Pasha suddenly sat up, growling in a hoarse whisper, delivering a fierce punch to the wall beside her bed.
Bang.
Tiny fissures appeared on the hard wall as a clear fist mark manifested, while Pasha's palm remained completely unscathed, only dusted with a bit of dirt.
"Damn this ghostly thing!"
"Get out of my head!" Pasha's growl was somewhat hoarse, her spirit seeming utterly exhausted.
