Tape recordings. That was all the voices were. Recordings of the pleas and confessions the Reaper had extorted from his victims before he'd pulled the circle of wire taut. Recordings that had been edited to remove the killer's own threats and lying promises, leaving only the voices of the dead.
"....can't do this," Baek Eunhye breathed. "You just can't."
Ahn Si-ha groaned. "I'm asking you...if you have any mercy... please..."
Shin Dong-mi was sobbing. "Fll do anything, anything at all...."
He must have recorded what I said too, Go Ara thought numbly. When he has my head in a jar, he can make it talk. Can make me beg forever, beg and reveal my secret hopes. Hell sit here in this chair, and he'll listen to me babble about falling in love and wanting to live. And he'll laugh.
A shudder rippled through her body and left her feeling ill and dizzy.
