He keeps walking and, once again, there's nothing.
...Huh.
...
...Something about this feels weird. Weirder than the situation already is.
But Serif can't dwell on it for long before he hears Grit's voice again.]
What the--
...Just. Damn it. Hang on, kid.
[Something in the back of his mind keeps telling him that this is wrong, wrong, all wrong, but until he knows what about it is wrong, there's not much he can do with that feeling.
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nndddd-------̲̹͉-̧̝̭̮̠͘̕-̶̴̪̞̥̕He keeps walking and, once again, there's nothing.
...Huh.
...
...Something about this feels weird. Weirder than the situation already is.
But Serif can't dwell on it for long before he hears Grit's voice again.]
What the--
...Just. Damn it. Hang on, kid.
[Something in the back of his mind keeps telling him that this is wrong, wrong, all wrong, but until he knows what about it is wrong, there's not much he can do with that feeling.
So. Towards the noise.
Again.]