Conrad shakes his head warily, looking around and listening for the slightest sound around him. He was used to the constant sense of danger in the brutal Nostramo, but now something was wrong too much. He hisses with indignation and annoyance, feeling panic tickle his stomach uncomfortably, making it twist.

The boy grinned and growled, hoping that such aggressive sounds would ward off an unknown danger. In response, he heard silence, which was soon interrupted by another growl, but this time from his stomach. From hunger and panic, my stomach began to hurt even more, and my limbs involuntarily trembled.