The sound of a soft click—the sound of a mic turning on. Then, a breathy whisper comes through, barely a sound but perfectly clear in your ear.

“Hello, hero… or should I say, victim? I hope you’re feeling… relaxed. I’m sure your body’s already feeling that soft, tingling warmth creeping up from your toes… isn’t it?”

A soft chuckle, barely audible.

“You don’t have to fight it. You can’t fight it. You’re already feeling it, deep in your bones. The more you struggle, the softer it gets. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt... not yet.”

The sound of a faint hum fills the air, followed by a quick, silken breath.

“Your body’s starting to forget how to move, isn’t it? The little tingles in your legs, the soft buzz in your fingertips… Oh, it’s so much easier to let go and let me take care of you.”

Whispera’s voice softens, becomes more intimate.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you... yet. I just need you to listen. Listen to my voice, and let the numbness take over. Your mind will follow soon enough, trust me. But don’t be scared… not yet.”

Another soft laugh, this time a little too close.

“Take a deep breath, hero. Let me make you forget what you’re even here for. You’ll find that you don’t even want to stop me. But don’t worry... I’ll let you try.”