The Whispers hadn't effected me in anyway, I wasn't hypnotised but I wasn't alright neither, the knife stuck out of my worthless, bent back and I knew if I took it out, or anyone else, there's less chance of me surviving. Something had whispered: slowly chopping off heads.. that human with the big knife sticking out of his horrible back.
When I turned around, something fled and left with a trail of ink and blood. And at the time I was left suspicious, due to my curiosity, I followed the trail. But in those 6 hours of searching, I only came to a cabin of heads from human's and animals. Then all I remember was tape covering my eyes and being dragged away from the cabin and no more further than that.