The whispers, on the other hand, now felt overwhelming.

“Maaaaaaaaaaxxx…”
“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax…”
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. Moved by instinct, he couldn’t help but to respond.
“W-what do you want?”
“Heelp us, Maxxxx…”
“H-help?”
“Yesss…”
“Help with what?”
“We’re soo lonelyy, mAxxxx…”
“So, soo lonely”
At distance, he could hear what it sounded like a million of screams.
Agony.
Pure, plain agony.
What kind of twisted nightmare was that place?
What HAPPENED here?
“The bridge, Max…”
“T-the bridge?”
“Come to the border, Maax…”