Flies buzz, and a dog barks as gunshots sound in the distance. A bird takes flight, cawing it as soars past above you, startled by your approach. You move, silent but for the sound of your footsteps, freezing when you hear two voices nearby. Their whispers mix with the sound of the wind, telling of ambush and ammo and attack. Then: footsteps, the angry shrieks of a spider, and the wet strike of bullets against flesh. The air sparks and crackles as the banishment begins, and you move in for two silent killing blows.
Listen. The world whispers. The world screams. The world speaks: