A figure slowly stood among the audience.
An intimidating air enveloped him.
He stood in a sharp suit.
From his side profile, I knew him instantly.
"Ceo Blackwell…"
My voice came as a whisper.
"Greetings, Executive Chief, or should I say, Manager Halter."
He pivoted towards Oliver and gave a professional smile.
"Apologies, Researcher Brooke, please continue the showcase."
He sat back down, contented.
Oliver seemed to calm down as well. He loosened his tie and adjusted his voice.
Although the showcase continued, Oliver wasn't as enthusiastic as before.
And I… I couldn't do anything again.
He's just up front, but somehow, he's too far.
Just as I was about to lose hope, an all-too-familiar voice rang across the room.
"This is too boring."
Adrian with his arms tucked inside his pockets, extended his dark, corrupted tentacles around the room.
Gasps of amazement filled the room.
And one, especially reached out to me.
It slowly closed distance, welcoming me gently.
I raised my arm and extended a finger to the glitching arm, but a piercing scream sliced through the moment.
A tentacle stabbed through an Elite's chest.
The others scrambled away from the body, but Lucian, however, just sat with his legs crossed, casually sipping while the others ran for their lives.
Instinctively, I tried to save the others.
But a tentacle wrapped around my neck, pinning me to the ground.
By the stage, Oliver and Adrian can be seen arguing.
The tentacle tightened its grip. Screams filled the hall, blood dripped from the scattered corpses around me.
My consciousness began to fade.
"Oli…ver, don't scream too much. Adrian's… not going to listen… anyway…"