"Illusion?" Noir asked himself, suddenly flustered.
"Not quite." A voice answered him.
"Who's there?" Noir asked.
"Who? Oh come on, don't tell me you forgot all about me already." It answered, slightly laughing.
"You're... From before..." Noir answered with a surprised look.
"But... How?" Noir asked.
There was a short pause.
Suddenly, echoes began ringing from across the streets, the alleys, the grounds, everywhere. Thick fog began to envelop the vicinity. A pungent odor was beginning to manifest itself.
Noir only had two hands, but both his ears, his mouth, and nose needed to be protected. The ringing irritated his entire nerves, and the fog was so cold, affecting his bones, causing him to weaken. The smell was the worst. It was like inhaling burning poison. His lungs were on fire, and his entire windpipe seemed damaged.
