*Rustle* *Rustle*
As Antonio walked forward, his feet brushed past the weeds growing in the area, causing a rustling sound.
Although the sound was being created by his own movements, Antonio felt that the sound was oddly echoing in the area too much for some reason.
Usually, he wouldn't feel that his own footsteps and his own clothes rubbing with his body made this much sound, but today it felt oddly loud to him.
Every step forward seemed to make him feel more and more nervous.
*oooohhhh~~ ooooohhhhh~~~ oooohhhhh~~~*
Suddenly a random pigeon sound started to rang out in the area.
It was not loud but not too quiet either; it almost seemed as if the pigeon was sitting right on his shoulder and screaming at him from a very close range.
Antonio could hear that sound very clearly.
But to his shock, there was no pigeon around him.
Not to mention a pigeon, there was not a single insect in the area.
