Monsters breathed heavily in the dark, making sounds that resembled human speech, but how could such a grotesque mouth ever articulate normally?
Their deformed windpipes seemed to struggle, trying to spit out words, but in the end, they could only scrape out terrifying roars like wild beasts.
"Are you angry?" the boy stroked that bizarre face through the thick glass. "Or are you grieving for yourself?"
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