Who's there?
Who is speaking!!?
"Who is it!!?"
The echo of Steven's own panicked voice reverberated throughout the cave, causing dust to fall with the sound waves, settling on his hair.
Steven's heart seemed gripped by an invisible hand, jolting him completely awake from a semi-conscious state.
Like a startled rabbit, he frantically twisted his neck, his eyes scanning urgently in the dim light, trying to locate the source of the voice from the twisted shadows of the rocks.
His right hand instinctively reached for his waist, but only touched an empty belt—his cherished dagger that he had used for years was nowhere to be found.
No, there's no one!!?
["Oh? So nervous, are you?"]
In the extreme tension, the voice's lazily relaxed tone and its detached calmness stunned Steven's expression.
This voice he had certainly heard before, and it left a deep impression!
Quickly, he came to his senses completely, recognized the familiar voice, and his eyes widened dramatically.
