In the backyard of the Governor's Mansion on Ancha Island, Charles watched his daughter floating in midair while quickly sketching with his paintbrush.
"Shanshan, lift the third tentacle on the left a bit... good, very good, hold it... hold it, and done!"
As Charles looked at his work on the easel with satisfaction, a mass of fluorescent green tentacles floated up behind him. With liquid eyeballs drifting across its form, it gazed at the painting of its identical self.
The painting depicted a swollen, writhing Tentacle Monster covered in green, cross-shaped liquid eyeballs as it hovered in midair. Behind it, the background showed the elevator tower and a sky filled with various airships. The entire piece was beautifully composed.
"What do you think? Daddy's got some skills, huh?" Charles asked without turning his head.
"I like it a lot. It's so pretty. You should paint one for Mom sometime."
