Alat Kedap Suara Untuk Kamar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Each step produces a faint echoing sound as if the room itself mourns its neglected state. Suspended from the ceiling by a frail wire, a lone light bulb flickers intermittently, struggling to ward off the pervasive darkness. Its feeble glow casts eerie shadows, barely illuminating the vastness of the room. The sporadic grating sound it produces adds to the unsettling ambiance, making the room feel even colder and more desolate.

I wait until Scintilla finishes clearing our scents out of the hallway before pulling her inside the open door, relaxing my hold on Katy’s roommate so that she remembers to shut the door behind her. Safely inside, I bunker down just in front of the linen closet in the hall, nudging Scintilla to go clear our scents out of Katy’s room before carefully weaving a sound barrier to allow any incoming sound but filter out as much outgoing sound as possible. (We’ll need to call Canus, so we’ll need to be loud enough for the mobile to pick up our voices, which means that the humans might hear.) Shortly before I finish up, Scintilla returns to my side, studying the sorcerous working with fascination.

My thumping heart suddenly slowed after that, and I found myself returning to normal, the fear that originated from my past now a memory. “Let’s talk inside.” With a nod, Mother led me through into the living room, but not before ordering the warriors to shut down the fucking alarm. “I need to check on my grandchildren; all this noise must have woken them up.” “It’s nothing to worry about. I installed a soundproof wall in their room so noises from the pack wouldn’t wake them up. Moreover, the baby monitor would notify us if they’re awake.” I informed her. With a breath of relief, Mother slammed on the couch. “I thought we would have to rock them back to sleep again. So, what’s the problem, b

“Of course.” The attendant guided me toward the fitting rooms. I stepped inside one and closed it behind me. The room was rather small and intimate. Gentle lighting illuminated the mirror, softening its edges and concealing any imperfections. The walls were sound-dampened, adorned with cream-colored fabric that seemed to absorb sound as readily as secrets were kept within this family. I locked the door. The click echoed louder in the silence. I carefully hung my clothes, my movements unhurried and somewhat distracted.

In the pocket, he found a small, silver device—the pheromonal dampener Lucian had promised. He held it in his hand, a cold piece of tech that was supposed to save him. He clicked it into the collar of his jacket. Immediately, the overwhelming scent of cedar in the room seemed to recede into a dull, static hum. It was a relief, but it also felt like a cold wall being built between him and the man in the next room.