The atmosphere was incredibly tense.
Hardly anyone could move a muscle, their faces just as stiff as their bodies.
Right at this moment, we were all playing his sick and twisted game. One where making a sound equated to death. It sounded easy in principle, but this was no normal anomaly. It was an incredibly smart one that would resort to any type of trick in order to get someone to make a noise.
Ba... Thump! Ba... Thump!
I felt the heavy beat of my own heart press against my chest as I looked towards the others.
Bringing my finger down and away from my mouth, the room fell silent.
All the small sounds rose sharply in the silence once more: the distant drip of water, the creak of wood beneath the Twisted Man whenever it moved, and the quiet, measured breaths of everyone in the room.
I could hear it all, and... It felt suffocating.
