Chapter 1886 Sanctum Of Defilement(Trans-fuck):>Ep16

• Not even waiting for her to finish her sentence, he rushed out the door and back onto the second floor walkway that overlooked the vast, labyrinthine delivery warehouse. He gripped the handrailing and focused on the voice he had heard. He poured over every syllable, trying to put a cause to this development. It wasn't his voice, so it wasn't some repressed inner monologue. But it wasn't any other person's voice either. It was...something else.
• He moved through his shift like a zombie, lost in self-interrogation. When his shift ended, he barely noticed, mutely packing up his belongings and shuffling onto the bus home. The voice hadn't returned. Maybe he'd imagined it, he thought, or another kind of Bleedthrough effect from the VR.
• Jane pushed his door open and stumbled inside. Home. Sweet, sweet home. He didn't bother to eat, or even undress. He just stumbled into bed, closed his eyes, and awoke nine hours later.