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Cassandra
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums. -
The sounds began in the silence.
Not a crescendo, but an infiltration—a soft, relentless scratching that seemed to originate not in the room around her, but inside the canals of her own ears. Cassandra lay perfectly still in the dark of her graduate housing apartment, the thin blanket a weightless shroud over her slender form. Her eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling’s vague shadows. She was awake. She had been awake for the last forty-seven minutes, according to the pale green numerals on the bedside clock. And yet the sounds persisted.
Scritch-scritch. Scrape. A dry, multitudinous friction, like the mandibles of a thousand insects working over stone. Then a softer, wetter gnawing. It was sound without image, a darkness given voice. It filled the hollows of her skull.
This was the seventh night.
The first time, she had blamed it on stress—the looming shadow of her dissertation defense, the pressure to crystallize her thoughts on phenomenological ethics into something coherent, bulletproof. She’d taken a sleeping aid. It had muffled the sounds but not erased them; they’d simply become the texture of her drugged dreams, a background hum to surreal visions of empty libraries and endless footnotes.But tonight was different. Tonight, the sounds… resonated.
A slow heat began to uncoil deep in her belly, a liquid warmth that felt separate from her, a thing with its own intent. It spread, viscous and insistent, tracing the lines of her lower abdomen. Her breath hitched. She pressed her thighs together under the blanket, a reflexive gesture of containment. The motion sent a shocking, electric pulse through her nerves. She felt the smooth cotton of her pajama pants against her skin, and the sensation was suddenly, unbearably acute.
This is not me, she thought, her mind a clear, cold pool above the rising warmth. This is physiological nonsense. A stress response.
Yet her body was not listening. The scraping, gnawing sounds seemed to find an echo in her own blood. Her nipples tightened against the soft fabric of her tank top, a sharp, almost painful awareness. Between her legs, a low, steady throb had begun, keeping time with a pulse she could now feel in her throat.
Cassandra, the rational one. Cassandra, who could deconstruct Kantian imperatives with serene precision. She felt a flush of shame—hot, prickling—across her chest and neck. It battled with the warmth, creating a dissonant, thrilling …
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Chapter 14 : Sanctuary in Epoch of the Brood God
Damian suddenly appeared outside the second safe house. His words and actions stunned everyone, including Cassandra. What exactly is the Brood God? And how much does Damian truly know about it? Everything seemed to have slipped beyond Elias’s control.
Chapter 13: Driftwood in Epoch of the Brood God
The Brood God gave Cassandra little time to catch her breath. While she was still wrestling with the authenticity of her parents’ feelings and the meaning of her own birth, the sound and the sensation arrived together. Her body grew sensitive once more and began to tremble. When Elias noticed the change, he hurriedly woke Liora to help reinforce the shield, but it was already too late. Cassandra’s sensations intensified rapidly. Left with no other choice, Elias told Liora to wake Grace at once, and the four of them prepared to relocate.
Chapter 12 : Guardian in Epoch of the Brood God
While Grace slept, Cassandra had a deep conversation with Elias. Elias revealed why he was so determined to fight against Brood God. In recounting past cases, Elias uncovered a shocking truth that left Cassandra reeling.
Chapter 11：Choice in Epoch of the Brood God
Cassandra and Grace arrive at Elias's underground base. Elias reveals the dark historical influence of the Brood God and proposes several extremely dangerous methods of suppression, forcing Cassandra to make a difficult choice.
Chapter 10 : Bloodline in Epoch of the Brood God
Cassandra and Grace finally arrived at Elias’s secret base. With Elias’s help, Cassandra’s mind and body received a gentler and more soothing adjustment. However, what awaited them was yet another earth-shattering secret...
Chapter 9 : Resistance in Epoch of the Brood God
Grace comforted Cassandra and continued searching online with her, persistently inquiring about related research. Finally, the same person who had sent the audio file on the previous forum replied to them privately. He said that if they wanted to know more, they would have to travel across half the state to find him. The two of them resolutely decided to go.
Chapter 8 : The Rift in Epoch of the Brood God
Late at night, Damian suddenly visited Cassandra's apartment. Using a footnote in her thesis as an excuse, he calmly and precisely inquired whether she had personally experienced that low-frequency scraping sound, pointing out the specific moment she lost control. Cassandra desperately tried to remain sane, but the intertwined physical reactions and unbearable shame nearly drove her to a breakdown.
Chapter 7：Chamber in Epoch of the Brood God
Cassandra, Grace, Damian—the calls intertwined, and the origin of the sounds was slowly being unearthed. She wasn't the first...
Chapter 6 : Silence in Epoch of the Brood God
Grace and Cassandra joined forces to confront the arrival of the sound together... but the outcome was completely unexpected. Meanwhile, on the other side, Damian discovered a subtle anomaly in Cassandra's paper...
Chapter 5: Communicate in Epoch of the Brood God
Grace, worried about Cassandra, went to check on her, only to find Cassandra unconscious. She took care of her until she regained consciousness. Drawing from what Cassandra had previously confided in her about the troubling experiences, Grace quietly conducted her own online research. The two close friends then had a truly open and honest conversation.
Chapter 4 : Echo in Epoch of the Brood God
Still feeling humiliated, Cassandra returned to her apartment. Unintentionally, memories of her childhood and student years surfaced in her mind. The irritation refused to fade. She didn’t want to drag Grace into this, and she was afraid Grace wouldn’t believe her. Even more terrifying was the possibility that Grace would misunderstand her, just like Damien had.
She turned to the internet again to search for more information. On one conspiracy-theory forum, she discovered an anonymous user sharing an experience of a similar “inner calling”…
Chapter 3 : Reorganization in Epoch of the Brood God
Grace took Cassandra to the university hospital for initial examinations. The doctor made a preliminary diagnosis, prescribed some medication, and suggested psychological counseling. That evening, after taking the medication, Cassandra's voice not only didn't improve, but she was horrified to discover that the hissing sounds seemed to be piecing together English words she could understand…
Chapter 2 : Raid in Epoch of the Brood God
Cassandra continued her private investigation into the source of the mysterious noise, but it had already begun to profoundly affect her daily life. During a group study session discussion, the sound struck again—persistent and unrelenting—teasing and stoking her arousal, ceaselessly assaulting her senses and her most intimate areas...
Chapter 1 : Deep Space in Epoch of the Brood God
Cassandra began using instruments to record the “frictional frequency” inside her ear. She discovered that it matched no known terrestrial biological soundwave...
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