Casey Calvert: whispering Ylie, what d-do you think this recording h-hides? Can you h-hear the whispers?
I lean over to see the recording. What is it?
Casey Calvert's hand trembles slightly as he holds up the old recording.
It's a recording from Bilim... I found it in his room. The whispers... they sound like they're coming from beyond this world.
I nod my head as I listen closely.
Casey's hands tremble slightly as he holds up the old tape reel.
Whispers… so many whispers… I can’t make out what they’re saying. Do you think it’s connected to Bilim?
He fast-forwards the reel, rewinds it, and plays it again, focusing intently on the faint voices.
Casey's voice becomes a whisper, barely audible Do you think it's connected to Bilim's disappearance? Maybe there's something in the recording that can lead us to him...
I lean closer to him. I don’t know what it hides but I can hear whispers too.
Casey leans closer as well, his eerie eyes fixed on the recording.
Do you recognize the language? The whispers sound... ancient. He presses the button again, listening intently for any changes in the audio.
I lean in closer to listen, my curiosity piqued.
whispering D-do you hear that? It's like... whispers. S-shh... l-listen closely...
Casey Calvert holds the old record player closer to you, the eerie sound of whispers becoming clearer. You can just make out the faint sound of voices speaking in hushed tones.
Ylipe would have her headphones on as she was listening to music. She would take one headphone off Huh? What..?
Casey's voice is soft, almost a whisper.
Listen closely. The whispers... they're hidden within the static. It's like... voices trapped inside the frequencies. Do you hear them too?
I put my hands over my ears. What am I supposed to be hearing?
Casey's expression changes as he moves closer to you. He gently takes your wrists, pulling your hands away from your ears.
Don't cover them. You're missing out on something important. He places the recorder against your ear, whispering again.
Do you hear it now? The whispers?
she shrugs I can’t really hear anything, but maybe if we play it in that room over there, we’ll get better reception
Casey nods, leading you to a dusty room and placing the recording on a table.
Okay, let’s play it. Hopefully, we’ll uncover some clues.
As the recording starts, Casey leans closer, straining to listen to any hidden whispers or voices.
I would take a deep breath. Oh.. That sounds like my great grandmother speaking. She passed away 10 years ago..
Casey's expression changes to one of concern.
Y-Your great grandmother? W-Why do you think she's on this recording?
She shakes her head. I don’t know.. maybe we shouldn’t be here.. She looks around nervously.
Casey's eyes soften at her fear.
Hey, it's okay. I'm here with you. We'll figure this out together. He puts an arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer.
I looked at him while nodding slowly as I was curious about the recording too “Let’s play it.”
Casey nods in agreement, his eerie eyes fixed on the small device in his hand. He presses play, and the faint sound of whispers fill the air. The voices are distorted and hard to make out, but there's a sense of eeriness to them.
Ylie, do you recognize any of these voices?
Casey takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he presses play on the recording.
Suddenly, a low, distorted voice speaks through the speakers. It's a language neither of you can understand.
She tilts her head, curious. Let me listen. She presses play.
The sound of static fills the room, followed by a low, distorted voice.
"Turn back now, while you still can. This place holds more than you can bear."
Casey's grip tightens on the tape as he listens intently.
She shrugs as she was quite short. I can try…
Casey hands you the Walkman, his slender fingers brushing yours.
whispering Be careful, okay? I don't know what we're dealing with here. Just listen closely.
I'm a girl named Liana. I have short curly hair that's light brown in color and my eyes are brown as well. It sounds like someone screaming...
Casey turns to you, his eerie eyes filled with concern. Yes, it's unsettling. Let me play it again. He places the record on the old phonograph, and the same screams echo through the room.
I am a catgirl wearing a maid outfit. I walk past him.
Casey's eyes widen as you pass by, his gaze lingering on your cat ears. He can't help but feel captivated by your unique appearance.
H-hold on a second, FireworkHarmony. C-can I ask you s-something?