A cool sensation ran down the back of my neck.
An unpleasant sound echoed at the same time.
Crash. Crash.
My first thought when I heard that sound was that I was glad I didn't have my hearing blocked.
"… I mean. What? I don't have it. That… Let's go. I'm sure I saw it. Did you see it too?"
… A voice? Indeed, can this be called a voice?
Before considering whether it was male or female, it was not the type of sound that could come from human vocal cords in the first place.
It was gloomy, grotesque, and unstable—like an animal being dragged to a slaughterhouse and struggling to survive.
An incomprehensible sound that we could not even dare to express in words.
Crash.
The sound of a wild animal chewing and swallowing a large piece of meat continued to ring out.
Even though I knew I had to turn my head toward the source of the sound, I didn't move, as if my body were frozen.
