Tzzz—! Tzzz—!
A faint, whispering static murmured through my mind, subtle yet insistent, like an old, worn-down TV.
Accompanying the static were certain voices.
'...What do you make of the situation?'
'I don't know. He's still unconscious for now. His condition isn't very great.'
'But are you certain he had nothing to do with the situation?'
'I don't know. I really don't know... The entire situation is fucked up in more ways than you can imagine. Nobody can really tell what the hell is going on. Just let the Bureau sort out the situation. We're just here to escort him there.'
'Alright.'
They whispered in and out of my consciousness.
I could hear the words, but I couldn't quite make sense of them. They simply went from one ear to another.
Despite this, I was keenly aware of my surroundings.
