"…The devil has come."
The Boss's voice drifted quietly across the room as the red dot finally reached its designated mark.
In that moment—
In that breath of time—
Every gaze locked onto the monitor.
No one blinked.
No one spoke.
Their breathing was restrained, shallow, and light as all attention narrowed to that single red dot pulsing softly on the screen.
Nobody understood what the words meant, but the unease gripping the room tightened. It coiled around them like a cold hand, squeezing slowly, making every breath feel heavier than the last.
'Devil...?'
'There's a devil? What is it talking about?'
'There's something coming! Something is coming! I can... feel it!'
'...W-here? Where is it?'
The silence stretched on, but within the silence, everyone heard them.
The whispers.
Some heard laughter. Others heard their own names. They were soft at first, but with the passing of the seconds, they grew louder, invading their minds.
But it wasn't all.
