The Voice Behind the Walls

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…"