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The beast was nearby. There was no way for him to gauge how close exactly, but the sound of that voice repeating his assumed name gave him some clue. The sound echoed through the chamber, booming more than his own whisper had. Every muscle along the boy's body was tense; he felt a thrilling sensation run down his spine the longer he sat crunched against the floor, nervous to breathe, terrified of the slightest movement. He needed this rest because he was tired — the beast had worn him down to his breaking point and they both knew it. It had become a waiting game.