My ears perked up with curiosity, and I couldn't help but turn my head to the source of the sound. Was an omega servant crying due to stress?
More sobs echoed from the corridor, so much so that it almost sounded like the crier was nearly choking themselves to death with the weight of their tears. There were some indistinguishable sounds, most likely words uttered, but from where I was, I couldn't hear the full extent of what was spoken.
I could make out, however, that there seemed to be more than one voice. It sounded like a male speaker and a female speaker, with the latter being the one in hysterics. The male speaker, on the other hand, barely said a few words. However, I could hear his deeper tone.
My hand brushed over the marks on my neck, scratching the area. It was starting to tingle a little. The sensation didn't feel painful by any means, but it was still a little bit uncomfortable.
