Ring—
The ringing echoed repeatedly in the night, as if calling for something.
Amidst the silence and chill, the ringing was especially jarring.
Bologue stared at the red phone booth. Around him, there was only himself, as if the ringing was calling Bologue alone.
He paused for a few seconds, ignoring the ringing, and continued forward, marching down a seemingly endless street.
The ringing gradually faded, and the red phone booth slowly disappeared into the darkness behind. But at some moment, the distant ringing froze; as Bologue moved forward, it did not fade away. Instead, it became clearer until Bologue stopped again.
Another red phone booth, with its incessant, piercing ring.
Bologue glanced at the phone booth, then at a road sign nearby, ensuring he hadn't gotten lost and returned to where he began. Such public phone booths were common in Opus, found everywhere.
Bologue grew vigilant, sensing the ringing seemed to be pursuing him.
What's going on?
