The eerie nursery rhyme was like a cold, venomous snake coiling around Lynch's nerves. The crisp and sharp child's voice sang "knocking bones," "burning souls," "clay in the furnace," each word like a small hammer striking the depths of the soul, resonating disturbingly with the silent, gray space around.
The hollow-eyed gaze of two children swept over Lynch and Kong, yet seemed to penetrate them, as they ran straight past, disappearing at the mouth of another alley, leaving only the chilling song echoing in the silence.
"This place... is extremely unsettling." Lynch murmured, his brows tightly furrowed, as the glow of the Absolute Barrier instinctively solidified further. The intuition brought by the Eye of Death God warned him intensely, alerting him to dangers far beyond his expectations lurking here.
