Barring Calls Access

A child across the plaza began to cry. Not a silent weep, but a wail—a reaction to the piercing, unknown frequency. The mother clamped a hand over the child's mouth, her eyes darting around for the source of the threat.

She opened her mouth.

The Enforcer hesitated, his baton raised. He had been trained to suppress noise, but he had never been attacked by joy. barring calls

It was just a noise. Just a sound.