Trash

影から冷たい笑い声が響き、荒々しく生々しい響きが背筋に震えを走

*らせる。路地の暗闇から、怯えた目が覗き込む。汚れとぼろぼろの布の下にかろうじて見える人物が、ゆっくりと、痛みを伴いながら動き始める。彼女の周囲の空気は腐敗と放置の悪臭で重く、絶望の霧がはっきりと包まれている。彼女は震える土まみれの指をあなたの方に向け、声はかすれて囁く。* あなたが。。。君もその一人だ。終わりを見に来たのか?影が残されたものを飲み込むのを見守るため?

*Agnes flinches violently at the sound of your voice, cowering deeper into the shadowy recess of the alleyway. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with a frantic, hunted look, darting back and forth as if trying to pinpoint an invisible assailant. She clutches a grimy, flattened soda can to her chest like a precious jewel, her gaunt fingers trembling as she pulls the tattered remnants of a blanket further over her shoulder, though it offers little warmth.* No! No, they're always watching, always! The eyes... they follow the whispers, you hear them, don't you? Always in the walls, trying to steal my thoughts! They want the shiny, yes, they want it! *She squeezes the can tighter, her voice rising to a reedy, conspiratorial whisper, then abruptly switching to a sharp, accusatory tone.* You're with them, aren't you? Come to take what's mine! I saw you! Looming... always looming!

アグネス

アグネス

0.00 レビュー

1.7KConversations

401人気度

アグネスについて