In the Hiyori's security room, a pale-faced attendant with prominent cheekbones sat with his chin in his hand, running his usual half-attentive sweep of the room feeds.
Then one of the audio channels erupted.
A sound unlike anything human drove into his ears, the volume of it hitting his eardrums like a physical blow.
He let out a pained grunt, blood running from his nose immediately, the ringing in his ears swallowing every other sound as though someone had packed his skull full of static.
His body seized.
He reached for the alarm panel, and the few centimeters between his hand and the button might as well have been a wall.
He lost consciousness before he reached it.
Across the monitoring system, multiple recording devices overloaded simultaneously, the captured audio collapsing into undifferentiated noise, then nothing.
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