No reply from the man. And he didn’t see his face. He didn’t care much about his face at this point, but he was still interested in the man. He looked around and noticed other people around him he never noticed before. He wasn’t sure if they’re just here by chance. There’s a link between all of this, but he can’t put his mind into it. He’d rather relax for a moment than to chat with these people.

He brought out his iPod and earphones from his pocket and started listening to music. 5 minutes pbum, and everything is normal. Then the music that he hears become tortured screams of pain. Screams from the depths of hell. Screams of tortured souls amongst the living. Fear-inducing screams.

He throws his iPod away in fright. It breaks into pieces.