She pushed open the door, causing a tiny silver bell to ring. The place appeared to be empty, there was even a buildup of dust on the counter. Her body tensed, and her senses sharpened, but there was nothing obviously threatening.
Are you Clara?
The male voice appeared to originate from every direction. Either she was faced with a god, or it was going out over loudspeakers. The latter was confirmed, when she spotted several sources throughout the room.
“I am,” Clara replied.
When not booming out questions they generated white noise that hindered her ability to detect anything beyond the walls.
Who sent you?
Speaking had an effect on the noise generated. From her perspective the message was said twice, with the first wave being faint and distant. She closed her eyes and focused until the noise became a series of distinct tones.
“Alice Liddell,” Clara said carefully to sound normal.
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