Chapter 76: Emergency Call
Axel's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry and slow to adjust. The familiar sound of water cascading around him was oddly soothing, yet his mind was anything but calm. The rhythmic drops of the shower, falling in slow motion, felt like hypnotic pulses, drawing him deeper into his own thoughts.
"I killed a man... It felt like I was on the verge of ecstasy, like I had reached the peak of something beyond pleasure," he muttered to himself, barely recognizing the voice in his head. "The same when I killed that woman. No guilt. No regret. Just this... primal satisfaction. What's wrong with me?"
The memory of their bodies, broken and lifeless, flooded his mind, and the whisper—the voice—began its usual cycle, faint at first, like a distant hum, but building, always building, until it was louder than anything else in the world.
**[DEVOUR]**
