Cisco's throat ripped open with a desperate cry.
"NO! NOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!"
The sound tore through the night like a madman's wail, so sharp and pitiful that the crowd nearby froze. Heads turned. Passersby stopped mid-step. And in the next breath, whispers spread.
"Is he… alright?"
"Poor soul, must've gone crazy…"
"Look, he's screaming at the sky. No one's even near him."
People shook their heads and gave him a wide berth. In this world, a man suddenly shouting to himself on the street could mean anything, from possession by dungeon spirits to plain insanity. Best not to get involved.
Even Baelgor blinked in surprise, his heavy brows furrowing. He turned to Cisco and asked, utterly serious, "Human… are you well?"
