Michael felt a chill at the thought and couldn't help but glance nervously at his surroundings.
However, just like before, it was silent.
The only noises came from him and his undead companions.
"Something still doesn't make sense," Michael muttered.
"Looking at the dorm I came from, it's clear this ruin had plenty of residents in the past. So how could they leave such a valuable tower untouched? Unless…"
His voice trailed off, and a sinking feeling gripped him.
"Unless they never left."
Michael's heart thudded heavily in his chest.
Am I just scaring myself? Michael tried to push the thought away, but suddenly, a sound broke the silence.
At first, it was faint, almost imperceptible. But it grew louder.
"Food... I smell food."
The voice was unnerving, belonging to no specific gender or age, and distorted as though multiple people were speaking in unison.
