CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK
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CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK…

The sound is everywhere. It permeates from the bare walls, the concrete floors, from every rust-stained corner and every angle. The overhead fluorescents seem to sputter in sync, as if it somehow hits the boundary between the audible and the visible. No amount of ear protection holds it back — the noise hammers through the air to every point it can reach.

…CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK…

Calvin loathes it.

CLACKCLACKCLACK…

In the dozens of times he's entered this building he's heard the mechanical cacophony, and in every one of those dozens of times he's cursed its existence. Blowing a demon's head open and making off with nine corpses provides more than enough stress for one night or any of the other nights he’s worked. Returning to the noise takes the stress, dials it up, and slams it against his head until he’s mentally screaming for respite.

Ordinarily he would've bailed after he first stepped foot in here. Fortunately, for both his sanity and his bank account, every step in is a step towards more dough. Lots, and lots of dough.

CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK…

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