One strand, another strand, yet another strand…
As strands of Louis's hair were pulled out one by one, a dense popping sound like that of exploding beans echoed from a distance, growing louder and more urgent.
This continued for a few minutes, reaching a pinnacle, then as if encountering some obstruction, it was suppressed segment by segment until it fell completely silent, with only the deathly quiet of the night remaining outside.
Louis's hair-pulling action stopped, and he looked toward the door with some trepidation, instinctively sensing something was off.
Sure enough, the sound reappeared in the next moment, much sharper and larger, surging like a tide, advancing towards the location of the room layer by layer.
Closer and closer, closer and closer.
In hearing range, it was already no more than a few hundred meters away.
