At 2:15 a.m., the sound of an iron chair being dragged rang out from beneath the door, right on time.
Wen Su recorded for three days and nights, but his recorder captured nothing but dead silence. Yet the grating sound, like a steel needle piercing his eardrum, never stopped. He knocked on every neighbor's door. An elderly couple with poor hearing shook their heads and said they'd never bought an iron chair. The property manager handed him a psychiatric hospital's business card and smiled, advising him, "Don't scare yourself for no reason."
Then a private message on the forum blew up his screen: "I hear someone drowning. I can barely breathe..."
When they met in person, Shen Xinghui, trembling all over, suddenly grabbed his hand and screamed, "Listen! Now!" But Wen Su could only hear the other's teeth chattering. Su Jue, a female designer watching coldly from the sidelines, had just mocked them, saying, "Two crazies, made for each other," when all three of their bizarre symptoms erupted at once: the iron chair, the suffocating sensation, the piercing ringing in their ears. In the same second, it tore through their eardrums.
When matching red marks appeared on their ears, and Su Jue drew the entire building as a floor plan shaped like a "human ear," Wen Su finally realized:
What he heard wasn't an illusion, nor was it a ghost.
It was an abyss hidden inside the walls, using sound to slowly devour their souls.
The underground hatch of the Bian'an Group has opened. Transparent threads crawl across the city's night sky, and the invitation from the Silent Society is stained with blood. In this game where sound is the hunter's blade, they must either make out the abyss's whispers or be swallowed up without a trace.
Would you dare listen closely at two in the morning?
