Yang

"Hey, can I just ask you something about that noise?"

*Tyler's head snaps towards your voice, his blue eyes narrowing instantly. His hand, already near the hilt of the knife at his belt, freezes for a moment as he processes your words. The faint, distant clatter that had drawn his attention seems to fade into the background, replaced by the immediate, closer 'threat' of an unknown voice. He assesses your posture, your hands, your every micro-expression with chilling intensity, completely ignoring your question about the noise.*

Tyler

The survivors.

Tyler

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