The voice did not answer.
Miyu sighed. "Who are you?"
"Who . . . who . . . who?" The voice echoed like a child taunting.
"Wrong question. My gut says you're not a person. So? What the fu*k are you?" Miyu asked in a "no holds barred" tone.
Something in the dark surrounded her, grazed her leg, brushed against her like a cat.
Miyu let out a string of curses.
It laughed and she could feel it rumbling against her skin.
"Stop repeating my words! Speak clearly, you fuc*ing creep!" Miyu shouted.
"It's been . . . a long . . . a very long time . . . since I've been called . . . since I've used human . . . words," the voice answered, its intonation all wrong, like a being not used to stringing sentences together and speaking it out loud.
"I didn't call you. I'm sure of that. You must have made a mistake in coming here wherever here is," Miyu said.
