Talking Machine

Walter Müller, who ran 【Walter's Recycling Shop】 alone, sensed something ominous from early morning.

It was a morning unlike any other.

“…Tsk.”

It was truly ominous.

Extremely so.

After waking from a nightmare, Walter grabbed the plastic bottle beside his mattress without even wiping the cold sweat from his body.

Since his occupation required intense concentration, the bottle contained clean, purified water without cheap food additives or food coloring.

He gulped down the water, which tasted like an old swimming pool filled with chlorine.

“This fuck─.”

He locked eyes with a large blackish-brown bug swimming inside it...