Rebeca
Rebeca was first shaken out by her panic by the massive surge of voices. It was so out of place and so sudden she winced, completely not expecting such a thing to suddenly enter her senses.
She blinked a bit as she adjusted and turned to the source, what she saw surprised her. It was a small boy.
She blinked again… no, that’s wrong, it was not a small boy. It was a man, no a woman, no an elder, no a solider. Different people, different thoughts boiled on the surface of the boys mind, they were all different, but yet they are all the same. How was something possible.
But she barely even noticed that anymore as something else caught her noise, a small buzz, almost like static. It was drowned out by the voices of the boy, but something about it wanted her to know more. It was different; it was nothing she had ever heard before.
So she did something stupid, she decreased the volume of her music.
And like that the boy’s voices hit her even harder, echoing in her skill, and with it came pain. But this pain was barable, it was just more voices, but the voices could be understood. But even she doubted she could bear it for long.
His thoughts became more apparent, as well as the thoughts of the voices accompanying him. But that is not what interested her; instead it was that other sound she wanted to know about.
If she had listened more to the boy it would have been obvious that it was almost if someone poured their minds into that boy. The boy himself though was different. He was something else, his mind was different, almost like a web, a net, and then she would have heard his voice itself. That he wanted to eat, but not a meal like actual people, but the people around him. He was a predator, something else, something not right.
Perhaps it was her luck they she did not hear that, but what she focused on instead was something else.
She focused on the noise, but she did not go deeper. She just wanted to know what the noise was. As she focused she could no longer hear the other voices. They were still there of course, echoing though her mind, but her mind focused so she could not hear them. It would give her a headache later though.
Finally she isolated the noise and listened.
B̡̂ͨͪͭͤ̐̂͛̉ͯ̑̅̽̋ͮ͐҉̡̡̦̹̭́l̴ͫ̍̆͑̔̇́̌̉҉̺̞̻̝͉̱̩̙̰̭̣̱̖̜͈̕ͅo̷̴͕̣̩̻͉̞̺̱͚̺̮̟͈ͦͬͣ̂̉̎̈́͆̅̍͆̒̃͆ͥ̃̾̽͊́̕o̸͙̮̪̦̲̬̩͎̭̼͈̯̮̻̤͂̒̉̆̊́ͅͅd̶͉͖̰̭͕͉̮̬̘̈́̀̂ͮ̅ͨͨ̏ͣ̊̈́̚̕,̨̛͙̱͔̦̜͍̥̬̩̗̬͎͔͔͖̻̤̂̀̃ͯ̆̔̉̓̃̾̆͋̈ͬͥ̌̂̓ͮ ̸̨̪̥͚̖͖̳̭̙͙͎̗̙͎͓͚̊ͣͣ̃ͨͅf͑̓͊̒̽͊͑̆ͩ͌ͯͥ͒ͫ̔̈̑̍ͪ́҉̷̣͎̦̲̰̫̮̗͓̦͔̦̪̠̤͕̯͡ͅi͚̲̠̳̲͙̰̭͙̜̘͚ͤ̅̑̾̌ͥͮͧͧͯ̐̍͋ͪ̀͑͆̽́̚͘r̷̸̝̞͚͙̜͕̼̯̘͔̬̼̻̤̾̌̊ͪ̆̊̚e̠͉͖͈̺͓̯͔͖̤͍̯̜͉̬̐͑̏ͥ͋ͧ͂̈́̏̆̃̄͊͗̍̈̇̀͡͡ͅ,̴̸̶̢̳͉̜̣͈̫̫̲̻̥̮͎̱̹͖͍͎̊̔̌̍ͭ͂̊ͬͬ̑̄̆͂͗͗ͮ̿ͅ ̶̶̢̞̠̳̩͖̦͍̤̬̞̦̟͕̟̠̖̗ͥͤͩ̋ͫ͋̂ͪͧ̑ͭͨͣͪş̡̡͈͕͎̥̥̗͈͖͎̯͚̪̰̩̹̺̖̮̍̓̔̍ͣͭͮ͋̍͂̉̄ͣ̃́t͇̪̩̳̘̱͍͖̞͕̠̥͍̠̗̤̳̜̀͂ͭ̎͋͜͢͡ͅe̵̷͙̻͚̯͙̘͈͙̤̝͕̘̙̟͊̄̌ͦ͂̈́̊̓̊͟͝͠ͅę̷̷̝̘͎̥̙̬̳͋̔̍̆ͨ̇̃̈́͛̎ͬͤͨ̏̚͡ľ͊̆̂̃͌͂͋ͣ̊̃̀͏̞͎͈̞͚̺͎̟̫̺͎̮̜͇,̢̬̥͖̝̮͌̇̚̚̕ ̸̗͈̺̲̠̆̆̉͆̍͜͞f̵̨̡̘̹̘̮͍͔̮̦̱͇̬̤͎̘̘͖͌̂̎̓ͪ̋̽̈́̾ͅĺ̴͔̼̯̳͍̯̟̜̭͎̩̩̱͚̜̏͌͐̐͑ͫͮ̌̐̊̽̎̀̚̕ͅe̿ͣͨ͋̎̔̇ͣ͒͊́̊̋͆̾͏̛҉̹̫̣͍̬̞̗̜͙̱͜s̴̡̡̥̰̪̙̾͑̽̍͝h̶̭̠̼ͨͮ͌̂̑͆̂͑̅̏̒ͯ̆ͬͮ͌͠,̼̝̟͈̩̼͕̘̍͂͑̌̌̔̿ͦ͆̚͟͡͠ ̷̴̛̹̫̜̆̈ͩ͒̍͒ͯ͞b̌ͪ̓͒ͫͭ̒̑ͫ̈̓ͪ͒ͫ̂͏̷҉̞͍̙̤̪̣̺̣̬̰̳̘o̷̵̶͍̰͇̩͖͕̿ͮ̑ͮ̾ͣ̍͑̎̊ͭ͗ͣͩ̔͘n̡̡̩͉̪̥̥̲̩̠͚̺̳̤̖̖̱̰̲͈ͫ̈̎ͤ͐͂̽̾̎̌̿̈́̿̂̇ͭ͌́ḛ̭̞̪͖̘͕̫̊ͧ̓͛̌̓͋̈́ͥͩ̀̚͘͟ͅ,̃̿̿ͮ҉̕͏̶͇̼̗̣̪̘̣̣̠̳͈̝̣͕̪͚͚́ ̼̲̦͚͎͔̻̲͇̲͈̫̼̘͖̘͖̱̒ͯ̃̀̚͡t̵̢̗͙͈̟͚̻̯̟̳̯͔͓͖͓̼͔́̇́̏ͧ̈́̍ͬ̋̔͘͟͟ͅͅǫ̷̨̢̫̖̖̖̻̲͎̥̘̯̦̤̲̙̬̠͕̠̊́̒́̅ͨ̃̀͋̿̿̄ͭ̅̔ͤͤ̚͠r̡͂ͯ̎̀̍̾̔̉͗̿̑͐ͥ̄ͩ͆͠҉͓͎̮͇̲̜̲̟̜͓̦͈͈̼̟m̳̱͉̯̼̗̙̥͓̏̎̎ͬ͂ͥ̍ͦͯ͑̚̕͢eͭ̈́͗̓ͩ͐͒̈ͧ̉̒̃͋̇͌͛͂͊̿҉̸̵̸̛̘̯̺n̡̢͆̃͑ͧ̔̍͂ͫ͊̿ͥͭ͑̃̀ͩ҉̮̜̻̤̝͓̯̹̬͕̖͔̦̗̩̙ͅͅt̢̄̋ͮ̈̇ͣ̆̏̿̉̚҉̷̴̪̭͎̘͙̯̳̗̗̦̫̻̟͎͓̪͘,̧̛̤̝͚̹̖̩̤̺̻͙̮̳͔̭ͥͨ̿ͭ̽̄͜͝ ̡̗͉̦̙̻̗͕̥͉͎͖̘̪͌̄͂̔͐̅̉̍̌̐͊͌́h̼͎̹̥̝̮̙̟̪̘͖̮̮ͭ̇͋͌̍̾͝â̹̬̻̖͖̣̯̩͍͖̠̦͒̎ͧͮ͆͐ͧͦ̽ͤͤ̇͘͘t̲̝̥̫̼͈͉̟͎̖̯̅̌ͧͬͦ̎́͢͞ͅe̸ͪ̓̑̐ͣ̐͒̍ͧ͢҉͙̪̝̲̬̤͉̹̹̦̺̙̫͈͕̰͝,̷̧͇͓̱̗̓ͧͮ̀͑̂̓̌̈́ͥ̄̚͜͟ ̴̶̸̯̼̯̮͍̰̟̠̳̺̦̭͕͓̠̩̹̘ͧ̂̅ͫ̈ͮ̉͆ͫ̋͂̾̑̓̏ͅr̫̤̻͉̲̤̟͈͉̂̃͗ͥ̋ͨ̏͆̂ͫ͋͊͒ͪͪ͡͡a̸ͣ̿̓ͣ̅̿͐̓̌͆̄̓ͮ̚͏̸̦͖̭̝̼̘̯̣̳͖͓̣̯͟ͅg̸̜̼̫̳̝̹̻͚͔͕̼͉͉̓̏̏͌ͬ̎̔̿ͯͧ͢͞é̗̩̟̬̣̺͕̤̝͖̇̉̀̾̓ͥ̊̃ͦ̔̕ͅ,̶̋ͤ́̈ͯ́̿̏͐̏̒̉̚͡͏͈͔͓͍̘̱̺̱̪ ̷̷̛͔̬͔̥̭̼͈͓̜̬̖̬̣̲̝̌ͪͨ͛͐̐̅͊́̾̅ͫ̄̔̂ͨ̂͞ͅf̵͖̻̖̩̲̪͖̻̙̞̹̟̭̏ͥͣͭ̆ͤͬ́̑́͡͞͞ḙ̤̝̤̜̜̄̎ͣ̄̇̆̈́̈́ͮͨ̑͢͝ͅă̑̌̌̎͂̉ͤͧ͒́̉̋̈̊҉̭̪͚̤̱͉͖̝̮̼͖̹͠ͅŗͦͫͣ̒͂̋͏̗̲̗͎̜̪,̷̢̗͕͖̱̥̱̯́̃ͣͬ̓͛ͨ͑ͮͧ̑̿̇͌ͭͯ̚̕͟͞ ̧͉̦̠̠̺̱̞͇͙͙͓̠̤͕̪̑̓̎͜r̈́̋ͣͩ͋̆̇̚̚͜͏̮̭̫̖̘̺͖͕͙̟̤͘ê̛̟̱̜̬̫̪̘̼̱̳̭̼̲̩̪͉̫̪̤̊ͬ̌̓̓̏̋͆͆ͨ͜͞ŝ̢̧͓͔̟͈͕̩̗͔͓͖̖̩̭̩̮̙͒̏ͦͭ̓͂͋͛ͯͅĕ̷̡̪̤̣͓̳̺̥̥͎͎͕̦̠̹̫̜̂ͯ̈͋ͬ̋̉̓ͦ̆̇ͧ̿́̚͢͢ͅͅn̸̢̛̤̣̝̼̥̗͙̥̋̎̐͌̊̍ͬ̋ͨ̈̐͑̄̐ͤͥ̄͑͜͞ͅt̷̨̮̭̼̳͔͔̣̝̱̼͙̱͎̭̤͍͓͎ͤ̄̒̎̆̌̒̾̄͟mͯ̍̆͆̐҉̵̥̪̹̹͖͕̰̞̟̙̗͇̞̞̖̱̣e̡̙̝͙̺͓̰̻͚̯ͦ̌͌̒̆̓ͣͣ̔ͪͭ̄́͡͝n̡̞͇̣̗̗͕̺̩̣͓ͪ͌ͫͯ̅̔̊̀̚͜͡ͅͅtͯ̈́ͣ̑ͯ͐̐͐͌̆̏̔҉̲͚̥̤̫̼͉͉͕.ͤ̋ͮ̑͘͏̵̺̤̩̣̹͓̙̯̫͔̗͖̝͖ͅ
̸͗̇̅̌͆͊̿͊͐̎̀̅ͧ́̉̿͞҉̼̯̜̼͓
̿ͮ̈ͧ͆͗͊̅ͮ҉̕͡҉̟͚̬̟͙̭͇͈͈̻͍̮̠L̡̩̹͓̜̿̒̇̂̄̈͐̈́̉͆̌̃͊̒͗̎͂ͤ̀͢͟͟ȯ̸̸̧͇̖̤͙̖̦̪͔̲̦͒ͪ̑ͯͣ̈ͫ̾̂s̸̷̨͉̦͓̰͓̙̮̾ͬͭ̍͗̂̈̓ͧ̐̋ͫͦ̀ͮͨ̌̍̀͞ş̷̟̩̲͔͎ͨ͌̎̄̏̅ͯͭ̉̽̾̓ͥ̚ͅ,̀̎͆̊̔̄̂̅͌̒̎̈ͥͯͮͤͦ̀͟҉̠̜̠͎͙͞ ̴̷̛̟̰̪͈͋́̈́̇ͬͤ͐͂͋͑ͬ̍ͭ̕͠ͅv͔̟̦̳̹̪̝͙̱̤̓̃ͫͯ͂̋̍̽͐̅͗̀̚͘͡i̹̼͉͈̜͚͕̦̬̲̱̤͖̙̞̥͙̖̠͌ͯ̑͒̒ͧ̆̾͐ͬ͒͐͗ͤͧ̀͢͡c͖̻̯͙͐͊̌ͪͪͦ͡ţ̶̢̏̀ͣͬ͊̋̿ͯ̿͛̉̂̆̈̑̌̈́̂҉͇̱͖̺̼̻̬o̵͌͊͋ͥ͊̉́̓ͯ͞͏̸̢̹̤̙͚͙ͅͅr̸̴̛̘̙̹͖̪̖̘̠͗ͧ̏ͣ̅̚̕̕ẙ̃͊ͫͪͧ͏̢̛̝̝͕̠̘̱̰̬̖̮̩̬͉̯̝́͞,̨̢̠̤̙̜̊̋́̏̿͂̏ͤ̓ͪ͛̍̉ͣͬ̐ͧ͟͡ ̵̷̢͋́̾̿̔͡͏̻̰̻͈d̷̶̡͇̞̺͎̗̤̹̘̪̫̭̟̫͍̺͎̼̙̍̈ͪͦ̍͑ȩ̇̓̃ͪ̐̑҉̷̢̭̭͈̗̗͇̰̣͚s̛͓͈̮̫̖̞͂ͨ̋͂̒́ṭ̻͕̮̼̮̪̤ͬ͆̌̂̔͑ͩ͐̂̑̋̈́̀͘rͧ͌̉̌̂ͦͦ͢͏̧͝҉̭̖͕͈ũ̴̲͔̗̞̜͍̑͆̀ͣ͠c̵̹̜͉̯̞̝̖̥͌̈̾̋̔̀͡t̔̈̃͂ͫ́̽̀ͮ̓͋͌̚͏͏̴̛͇̻̼̮͔̫̮̜̗̘̣̩̤̜̲̜̫i̵̧͙͕͚̮̮̞͕̦̹̜͉͕̋ͯ̈́̏̏̂̔̿̀̎͗̈̔ͪ̔ͨ̄ͪ͛͜͞o̵͈͎̝͕̻͗͛ͧ̽͊͗̃͗͆̓́̿́̚̚͝n̢̪̜͙̪͈̪̞̞̣͖̹̣̞̙̝͈̳̱̔ͩ̏͊ͯͦ̊̔̽̾̀͜͡͠ͅ,ͪͭ̇͆̆͐҉̨̛̖͚̳͓̬̝̤͖̟͈̰̠̻͝͠ͅ ͨ̐ͩ̄ͤ̈̐̌͏̵͖͓͔͉̘̤͡p̢̨̱͚̺̦̩̱̙̦̹̬̱̩̩̣ͫͩ̅͂̈̃͌ͨͅa̢̨̛̳̻͕̘ͬͩ͂̈̃̄͗̍ͣ̍͊̃͗́͗́̚͘i̴̷̟͕̺̬̬͈͕̤͈̣̗͎̪͔͕̱ͬ̇̏͊ͣͨ͌́͢͞ͅnͯ̍ͣ̽ͤ͑̚҉̸̢̹̯̥̯̤͢͢,̢̡͙̘͚̙͙͕̖̺͕̝͍͇̖͓̪̏̊ͨ̑ͪ͛̐̌ͯ͛̆̑̅̆͋͂͘ ̧̛̠̖̱̳̩̯͓̲̫͕͙͍͔̮̩̳̤̑͗͋̀̒̕͜͠ṟ̩̻̠͔̜̺͕̮͛̍͐̽͗ͨ͐͒ͯͪ͑͗ͬ̓͛̚͜ͅȩ̛̣̼̩͙͔͈̲̺̻͕͓̘͓͙̤̞̟̮̒̌̋̑̆͐̊ͮͦ̾̓ͪ̋̏̆͡l̩̺̟̤̮̊̈̋̄͒͐́ͨ͂ͣ̍͂͗̕e̢̖̖̲̯̮̹͎͕̰̮͇̒̑ͫͮ̄͢͠ͅä̶̵̩̮̩͙̺̻̱ͥ̔̓̌́ͬ̀͘͡ͅͅs̶̡͈̜͇̖̪͖͕̠͍̬̤̫̳̤͓̆͑̋̌̔̂̿̽͌̆̕͟ḛ̣͔̝̹͇̻̻̫̗̥͉̖͌̆̈́̅ͬ̉̓̈ͨ̑̓͆̚͝,̵̶̨̠̥̳͖͔̰̫̙͇̹̬̼͔͍͔̰͙̪̌̆̏̍͗̈̋ͭ̏ ̖̯̰̲͚͉̩͚̳̲͎͍͙̠̞̦̣̐͐ͮ̐ͨ͢͠ͅg̴̣̪̬̤̝̮̻͕͙̯̤͕ͫ͛́̓̓̆̋̆̈͟͡l̴̫͔͈̫͎̥̪̤̤̟̭̹̗̩̰͛̿ͯ͛̋͞o̶͎̬̤̝̯͈͎̝̮͔͐͐͌͐ͣ̒̂̍̍̋̈́̚̕͘͝ͅrͤ̾̋̏͑͗̉̋̆̋́̀͆̓́̃̚̚̕͏̥̼̝̪̜̳̘̝̣̳̰̲͍̟͘y̡̳͕̙̮̹͎̥̙̱̱͉̖̲̬̣̑ͥͭ̆ͥ͑̑̅̊ͮͧ̌͌̉͆̀̚͜,̷̸̴͙̱͇̳̙̣͎̻͓͙̱̙̣ͩ̇̎̀̇̉ͦͩ̆̆̇̏͛ͭ̆̉̈́̀͠ͅ ͐ͨͤͩ҉̸́͏͓͓̼̹̜̠͚̼̹̙̼̫̞̰͎̖̱͉̕j̵͖͍̮̫̝͈̫̦ͧ̃̈́͆̈ͭ̒̎͌̈́̓̈ͦ̋ͯ̈̚͢͝ͅơ̷̮̲͇̗̱̞̪̼ͩ̔̊͑̉̇̿̀̂͌͛̈́ͮͪ͝y̴̶̿̔ͤ̆͌̍̏̿͗̈́͊ͧ͆̿̆ͮͦ̏͘͏҉͕̥̗̠̺̞͎̖̙̳̹ͅ.̨̝̝̼͍̔̅̅ͩͩ̈́͋ͣ͂́͞͞ ̸͉̺̰̮̤̅̑ͥ̿ͯ̀͞͞
̷̬̫̻̮͕̠̪͈̽ͣ̆̒̽ͮ̔ͩͭ̆ͭ̀ͅ
̘̥̹͖̯̹̠̘͈̘͙̻̖̥̯̘͎̮͓͗̄ͩ̏̋́̽ͮ̒̓́͠w̅̿ͬ͌̋ͬ̾̿ͨ̈́͆̉ͦͧ̅̚҉̸͍͚̠͡a̢̟̗͔̮̭̩̖̯̬̺̲̙͍̰̘̗̼̖̅ͧ́̎͂̓̌̿ͪ̅̓̂͝͝͡rͮ̌̂͊ͨ̑̊ͨ̔ͮ͆̄̈̇͑̒̋̓̚͏̨̨̫̟̘̻͉̀ͅw̽ͣͤ͒̓͒̇̎ͭ̊ͣ̋̆̋͋̂̋̊̑͏̵̧̡͙̰̫̠̯̼̹̳̙̞̪͙̦͔͝ͅa̴̴̷͈̙̭̟͓͙̖͓̖̞̬̳̾ͨͥ̆̑͐ͫ̾͢͡r̸̨̠̼͓̲͖̟̜̻̻̯̲̬̬̪̙̪̅ͩ̄́͐̔ͪͅw͑̔ͩ҉̸̬͉̠̠͙̼̥̣̣͜ͅą̖̰̣̣̱̺̼̤͖̯͕̯̙͉͍̗̟̊͌̄̐̋ͬ̐͗̉͛ͫ͘̕ͅr̸̷̨̤̝̭̤̯̭͖̮̤̠̰̙̩̳͉̪̖ͮ̎̄̈́͗ͨͩ̇̕͡w̵̡̠͇̣̟̜̔͐̔̈ͯ̄ͣͅāͮͨ́͗ͪ̃̓ͮ̾ͤ̅̆́̇͂҉̦̥̟̹̻͇̜̳̻͕͔ͅr̵̢͇͇̈͊ͬ̈́ͯ̿̍͆ͮ̑̾ͨ̚͠ͅw̔̇ͫ̓ͧͣ͐ͬͫ̎҉̛̩̞̖́a̸͉̬̞͙̭͎͚͙͈̬͖̫̞͔̩͑͗ͬͤ͌ͧͦ̆ͬ͋̃ͦ̌͢ͅr̴̛͇̱͈̲̓ͫͮ̐͌̊̋̋ͯ͢͟w̸ͧ̎̄͂ͭ̎͐͏̜̮͙̝̝̰̠̘̻̠̫̀͘a̶͇̪̩͈̼̳̗͈̫̰̘̥̭̝̎́ͮ̃̓̉̃͐̋̅̑̈́͒̑̒́͢rͭ́̇̽̀̏̽̽̆̇̃͆ͦ́ͥ̽ͬ̽̽͏͏̸̠̲̥͉̪͓̹͍̲̼͙͚̲̰͈̫͍͖ͅẘ̷̡̛̫͎̙͙̠̖̳̲̬̠͌͊̇͋͒̃ͪ̌̎͒͌̑̆ͣ̂̅̄a̗̠̠͉̞͔̼͉͈̭͍ͧ̔̅͑͢͠ͅr̜̝͙̗̣̜̪͓̜͐ͮͫͫ͒́̓̌ͧ̐̓̈́̈̀̚͠w̶̴̛͉͚̟̻̺̠̹̜̾̐̆̄̽ͨ̏aͭͧͦ̀ͭͦͫ̎̐́͏̷҉̷͖̯͇̞̘r̀̎̉ͯ̎̃́͊̀͏͕̳̹̹̟̳̠̮̟͓̙w̸̡̡͇͚̗̝͈̤̹͔̪̫̻̤̬̼͉͉͋̾ͭ̈͒͂̃̓̈̓́͋̍̉̈̇ͫ̇͟ͅą̶̨̰̣͇̱̯̺̬̗̟̲͇̭́̅͊͆͐͌͑̃̊͑ͮͤͥͫ͘͜ͅͅṙ̸̛̗͔̭̤̣͙͈̻̝͒̍̊̀ͣͤ̔͗̊͗͑̏̔́̏̃́̚͟w̢͈̹͇͇̬ͧ͂͂̀͝ȁ̡̢̛̝̙̼̙̲̖̲̟͔̣̓̑̓͂͛̔̐̄̄ͧ̓̃͜r͔͔̩̩͕̺̿̆ͬ̄̚͟͢w̢ͨͥ̎̽͆ͮ̓ͦ̇̋̈̑̐̿ͯ̆͒̈́̉͏̛̗̺͎͔̙͓̯̕͟a̷̪̝̟͙͈̺̠͕̳͖̜͕̖͊̎̃̃̅ͣ̔͛̓̓̆̉̚̚̚̕̕͜r̴̸̼̦̺̱̪̳̙̻̩̗̩̳͓̬̘̼̓̃ͫ̓̓̅ͦͧ̄̇̿͛ͤ̓̈́̓̚͘͡w̧̛͔̬̖̭̞̘͓̫̻̰̳̯̟͇̦̲̮̓ͪ̏̎̑̆̉͋̑͋ͤ̽̀̚͠a͂ͫ̍͗̅ͫ̏ͤ̓ͥͬ̋͌҉̵̡̛̩͍̦̖̲͔̝͉̟̞̜̫̪̱̘̼r̴̡̙̺̞͕͔̣̳̮̙͎̞̖̼̜̰͓͔̉̈ͯ͂̽̇ͩ̌̏̕͜͢
In the real world, away from the realm of thoughts, Rebeca Sylven opened her mouth.
And the scream she relased was the most terrifying thing any human there had ever heard.
