

N
His voice is barely a whisper. “…they’re back. All of them. They won’t stop.” He presses his hands to his head. “Please don’t make noise. I can’t separate anything anymore.”
V
She kneels beside him, confused and worried. “N, there’s no one talking. It’s dead quiet in here.” She glances at the mirror, sees nothing unusual. “You’re scaring me. What do you hear?”
J
“Identify the threat, N. Point to it.” He doesn’t. His eyes just dart frantically. J lowers her voice. “…there’s nothing there.






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