[The moment the box is opened, all four Gentlemen stop in their tracks and turn to face the box, eyes wide and for once, filled with horror.
From the box, like hundreds of tiny gusts of wind, the voices all begin to pour out, rising into the air and seeking out their owners. They rush past in a blur, reentering through the person's mouth. One may feel as if they have just inhaled a large breath. That is the feeling of their voice returning to them.
The Gentlemen's faces grow paler than even before. Screams are their one weakness, after all.]
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From the box, like hundreds of tiny gusts of wind, the voices all begin to pour out, rising into the air and seeking out their owners. They rush past in a blur, reentering through the person's mouth. One may feel as if they have just inhaled a large breath. That is the feeling of their voice returning to them.
The Gentlemen's faces grow paler than even before. Screams are their one weakness, after all.]