The Hunter Wants to Live Quietly (bl)

A scream erupted. After the scream died down, a small whistle began to sound. Scream, whistle, scream, whistle, "help me!", Whistle. The whistle was getting closer and closer. The man, with anxious eyes, glanced at the door and began frantically tearing the papers on the desk.

But there was too much to tear alone. Damn it! The man bit his lips hard. Blood pooled.

That's when it happened.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a polite knocking sound. So, they've finally come. The man swallowed his saliva and pulled a button from his pocket, gripping it tightly.

"...Who is it?"

"Me? A guest~"

A cheerful, low voice answered. It was a voice he had never heard in this place. The man pressed himself against the wall, fingers hovering over the button. Just then, a higher-pitched voice interrupted.

"What are you talking about? Just open it."

"It could be a lunatic, or a monster. We need to check if their head's still on straight."

"Ha..."

"Well, since they seem capable of communication..."