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“Good morning.” “Good morning,” she replied subconsciously. Well, most people would surely greet back once they’re greeted right? Besides, the man’s voice was deep yet affectionate? Sweet? Audrey wasn’t sure what was the exact word to describe it, but she was certain it was nice to listen. Just like Shane’s voice. ‘Shane.’

single" someone can really tell you anything. I mean, they can but they can expect to die. Try to remember that in the future. Your cultivation will bring your aggression more if you let it." Four nodded and took the words in for understanding. "Umu I do not know. I can feel a part of me wanting to come out. A voice beckoning me to do so. I like it but I am also afraid. The Cultivation Manual you gave me, "Quiet Titan" seems to complex for me." Thinking bout the different intricacies of it made his head spin most days. Even when he failed to understand, he felt his mind turn sharper. Thoughts turn clearer. "The Bull manual from the Lan clan is easier."

Nathan tightened his grip on her throat and said, “It’s Gerald Davis.” Crystal didn’t understand what he meant. Nathan: “My name is Gerald Davis. Not Nathan. Nathan is weak and cowardly. Gerald is a strong warrior, and he doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially not sniveling, weak women! My name might seem difficult to remember, but don’t worry, I’ve got everything figured out. You see, you aren’t going to live long ever enough to get my name wrong again!” Blood began to foam at the corners of Crystal’s mouth, her eyes rolled up to the back of her head, and her body began to shake as it prepared to give up its ghost. All the while, Gerald Davis laughed.

"He's from the hellfire club, remember? The poor cat they claimed was the devil." Gillian walked over to a chair and collapsed into it. "I thought I had dreamed that part of last night." She tucked her head and winced. "Clearly I did not." "You'll get used to him. Archimedes is simply delightful." "Archimedes? Lord" Gillian picked up a few cloths for washing and brought them over to Audrey. "I'll have some breakfast brought up for you." "Thank you, Gillian." Audrey met the gaze of her friend for a long moment, hoping the other woman would hear the deeper message beneath her words. She didn't deserve a loyal, kind, and brave friend like her.

Mable’s voice was calm, her tone gentle and hoarse, like the desperate plea of someone on their last hope. “No! I won’t be merciful!”

The voice is low and meant to be soothing but it drives me further into a panicked state and just when I think I'm gonna die from the pressure pressed against my chest, I hear a deep voice ordering me to count backward and I find myself counting backward to keep my sanity. 65 64 63 62 61 60 59 58 57 56 55 54 53 52 51 50 49 48 47… “Beautiful, isn't it?” The voice praises the vast expanse of the sea around us after my breathing is back to normal. “Mm.” “Use your words, dear.” He scolds, gently. “It is beautiful,” I agree and he turns to me with a wide grin. “Come now, let's eat.”

Slowly but surely-really almost in the fashion of a gentle caress-every morsel found its way to his throat, onwards to his belly, almost as if it were a seduction act. Much thanks, my dearest. The voice was so soft, and the words seemed so genuine that I can almost believe he meant it. Like a gentle stream, the words came from him, flowing endlessly, unabated, as if choking would kill their flow. Who are you? I spoke without delay, my tone firm yet coaxing, attempting to extract the truth gently without pushing him away.

Like I was someone worth trusting. God. I swallowed the knot in my throat and gently slid out from under her arm. She murmured something incoherent, then rolled over, clutching the sheet like she felt the shift even in sleep. My thumb hovered over the screen. I didn’t want to answer. But I did. “Hello?” There was a beat of silence. Then— “Mason?” Audrey’s voice came through, barely a whisper. She sounded small. Weak. Fragile in a way that didn’t feel like her.

🌾 Flowing into Part 64—the chapter where sound becomes sanctuary. Inspired by the performance adaptation, Ren begins crafting a space that isn’t visual or textual, but auditory. Her Window of Soft Returns opens its second door: a place where whispers, confessions, laughter, and breath all become music. This is softness you listen to.