"...Come clossser…"
"...Don't you love mommy…"
The strange voice hitting Sylvester slowly started to get more personal, as if it knew who Sylvester was. Or, more appropriately, it could read Sylvester's mind. It was an even more terrifying thought to him since a spy's greatest treasures were his secrets.
"...Mary, if it's a girl. Jack, if it's a boy…"
Sylvester gritted his teeth as he recognized the voice of Diana and the conversation they had when she was pregnant. It became evident that the entity wasn't just trying to break him mentally, but it was actually inside his head.
Without care, Sylvester felt the wind hitting his face as he descended into the dark abyss below him. Since the sun was yet to cast its light there, there was no way to find out what was at the bottom. Moreover, he felt something more.
