I wasn't smiling because I felt like I had won.
I was smiling because I was scared. I was trying to trick myself into believing that I wasn't scared. Was I scared? Beyond shitless.
Still, I couldn't show it on my face.
My heart drummed loudly in my head as I stood before the Twisted Man, its figure hunched over me.
"...You feed on voices, right?"
In the silence that settled around me, my voice was the only sound that broke the silence.
It rang out clearly, and I could hear its faint echo returning to me.
"I heard your true voice. According to the game, you should be feeding on yourself."
I extended both of my hands, trying me best to look confident.
"I'm still alive, no? The game between the two of us isn't over. Now that you've spoken, it's time for you to eat your own voice."
I licked my dry lips, staring at the Twisted Man before me.
