Novel & Cerita Silent Voice X Face

Blood griping on the old carpet. “YOU MAD?!” he yelled. I opened my mouth to find the words I could use for my apology but for some reason my mouth, soul and body wouldn’t let me. At that instant every word he spoke afterwards were mute. My body was now acting without my command. Before I knew it, I was seated before the mirror with all these glitters on my face. All my bruises had seemed to vanish, but the burning pain on my face never left me. I hopelessly watched my face being turned into a clown.

In the corners, they lingered, these unfortunates, the insistent beat of their hearts visible beneath their too-pale skin and shallow, sunken chests. Sensing her near, they turned. Sightless eyes attempted to see. Squat noses pressed flat to slimy faces lifted to catch her scent. Thick lips smeared with sick stretched into torn, ripped and jagged grins. Half-finished forms dragged and turned and moved close. “You still live.” Weathered with age and weary, the voice came from behind her. “I don’t believe that’s happened before. Not after seven sips of tea.” Carefully turning, fearing she’d step on someone or something, Lucky discovered Madame Xuo the No Longer Silent.

Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms. She was lost. “Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.

⸻ Finally— Silence looked at him. ⸻ For the first time… Not as an observer. ⸻ Not as a force. ⸻ As a person. ⸻ “You asked me the same question.” ⸻ Ilyaan smiled softly. ⸻ “It seemed important.” ⸻ A faint smile appeared on her face. ⸻ A tiny one. ⸻ The first smile ever born from Silence. ⸻ 💔❤️ ⸻

Part 1: The Face in the Dark The room remained silent. Only the emergency lights glowed red through the darkness. On the monitor— The silhouette sat motionless. Watching. Waiting. Lina felt her heart hammering in her chest. "Who are you?" she demanded. The figure smiled. A slow, calm smile. "Asking the wrong question already." Part 2: Fear Victor took a step back. That alone frightened Lina. Victor never stepped back. Victor never looked afraid.

They had no faces, just smooth, reflective ovals. Their limbs were elongated, tapering to needle points. They didn't walk. They hovered inches above the ground, moving with eerie, frictionless grace. There were six of them. Silencers. The Architect’s elite guard. They glided toward me. They didn't speak. They didn't roar. They emitted a pulse of antisound. I felt it hit me. It wasn't just quiet; it was a dampening field. It wrapped around my mind, trying to smother the fire in my blood. It felt like being buried alive in wet sand. "You want silence?" I asked the lead figure. I flexed my wrists. The black wires holding me didn't snap. They evaporated. I vibrated my molecules so fast that the