Suddenly, what once was dread silence got interrupted by a sound already familiar to Max.

A whisper.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax.”

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax.”

Well, holy damn.

For some terribly disturbing reason, the whispers this time seemed WAY MORE near to him than back on the Bridge or the Sewers. He could feel it almost as if someone was breathing on his neck.

Instinctivily, he drew the sword, and a sharp sound echoed through the alien voidness.

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