The corridors were a maze, but her voice was the thread pulling me forward.
"Mr. Jester…?" She said soft and shaky. Like a memory brushed against by a cold wind.
I pushed forward, boots slipping a little on dust-coated concrete. The stream was still live. I could hear the chat firing off in the corner of my awareness, but I muted them, needing nothing but her voice in my ears.
I called out into the sterile dead air. "Evelyn? Evelyn, it's me."
For a second, there was only silence.
@lostinrhythm: wait did he say Evelyn??
@signalphantom: IS THAT THE A-RANK EVALUATOR??
@fragmentx: no way no way no way
@voice4truth: dude what would she be doing here???
Then...."Don't… please don't come closer, Mr. Jester…"