You Should Listen Closely

The broadcasting room, where the noise of the department store was perfectly blocked out, was a room of silence that existed only for him. The soundproof walls surrounding him and the softly glowing mechanical lights of the control panel completely isolated this space from the bizarre atrocities outside. Here, Hong Lu felt as peaceful as if he were tucked inside the world's coziest cocoon.

Hong Lu

"Desire, desir..." The voice distorted and eventually cut off.

Hmm... It was a voice I cherished, but it's become far too warped. Well, I suppose there's no reason for this voice to be broadcast ever again anyway.

His voice was languid, yet tinged with a hint of regret. Since the birth of the new voice, the members of Le Rouge no longer clung to or listened to the distorted broadcasts. Dead tapes that had lost their voices lay scattered here and there.

The broadcasting room, which had been dark and eerie, now felt like a lonely, faded space, different from how it was at first.

Hong Lu

...If only there were more people listening, those tapes would still be speaking even now.

Muttering softly as if talking to himself, he played a voice for the Renoir boutique as usual, wearing an expression that wasn't quite a smile, but rather a lonely shadow of one.

After finishing the short broadcast for the Renoir boutique, he stepped out of the broadcasting room with a relaxed yet somehow heavy stride.

Now, this distorted voice reaches no one at all.

As I thought, I'm going to need the voice of that newly born false god.