"ARE YOU OKAY, MAN?!" The shout came from outside the building.
The voice ripped through the hollow structure like it owned the place, bouncing off concrete and bare metal, multiplying into an echo that made the whole floor feel louder than it should've been.
The building had that dead, empty acoustics; every sound traveled too far, stayed too long. The kind of place where noise didn't just happen, it announced you.
Kael got closer to one of the broken edges of the building and peered down, "I'd much prefer it if you didn't shout that loud, you'll attract attention."
He leaned over a jagged break in the wall where the exterior had simply given up and collapsed at some point, exposing the drop.
Wind threaded through the opening, cool against his face, carrying dust and the faint stink of char from deeper inside. He spotted Peter below, small in the rubble maze, craning his head up with both hands cupped around his mouth like that would help.
