"Dick, what are you looking at?" Suddenly, the voice of another legislator came from behind.
"Nothing, just—"
Legislator Dick turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted. All he saw was his colleague smiling at him, while at the same time, countless bloodshot veins were gushing from his eyes.
"Yes, Dick, your Marble Club made a good deal once again."
Next to him, another legislator with his arm around a female companion also smiled. On their faces, thumb-sized tentacles swayed gently in the cold wind outside.
"You, you all."
Dick's eye twitched, his hand suddenly pressed against his waist, drawing a pistol. At the same time, his body hugged the wall, moving inch by inch towards the exit.
"Dick."
"What's wrong, old friend?"
"Do you need a doctor? You look quite tense."
Suddenly, a sticky sensation came from his back, as if some soft entity was slowly crawling over his back.
He quickly turned his head, his pupils contracted sharply.
