[ Those noises in the walls. Every thumping bang sets Jesse's teeth right on edge, makes him flinch, almost jump out of his skin with panic. Every voice sends a chill down his spine. But then— A child's voice. It sounds like a child, anyway, faraway and muffled, crying out for help.
That's the voice Jesse has been chasing. He moves down the corridor, hands pressed against the wall, ear sometimes pressing against the wall, too, when the voice seems to fall silent. Until he hears it again, further ahead, which sends him chasing after it more. The dread in his stomach is a nauseous knot, thick and unsettling, and the voice seems to come to a stop by a room. Which Jesse barges into, the moment he fumbles the door open.
He comes to a very sudden stop at the sight he's met with. A huge guy, in a towel, holding a knife to his lower stomach like he's about to disembowel himself. Jesse probably looks mad, with his shaggy, filthy hair, and his wild, haunted eyes, his skittish gaze, his unkempt beard, scars on his face. A crazy, skinny, malnourished hobo. Staring at the guy, at what it looks like he's about to do. ]
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That's the voice Jesse has been chasing. He moves down the corridor, hands pressed against the wall, ear sometimes pressing against the wall, too, when the voice seems to fall silent. Until he hears it again, further ahead, which sends him chasing after it more. The dread in his stomach is a nauseous knot, thick and unsettling, and the voice seems to come to a stop by a room. Which Jesse barges into, the moment he fumbles the door open.
He comes to a very sudden stop at the sight he's met with. A huge guy, in a towel, holding a knife to his lower stomach like he's about to disembowel himself. Jesse probably looks mad, with his shaggy, filthy hair, and his wild, haunted eyes, his skittish gaze, his unkempt beard, scars on his face. A crazy, skinny, malnourished hobo. Staring at the guy, at what it looks like he's about to do. ]