The Mantis Ghost observed the unconscious man, the sharp scythe limbs emerging from its back, reaching over its shoulder to slice off a piece of the man's face.
The man's body trembled in pain and fear, for he had already awoken.
Like picking up a vegetable salad, the Mantis Ghost shoved the meat slice into its mouth, silently chewing, swallowing, the contour sliding down its throat.
"The meat is rancid, 20 Shillings," it said, its voice void of emotion.
"Rancid?"
The attendant was stunned, pulling out a salt jar from his pocket, sprinkling powder that was definitely not salt onto the man's wound.
Sizzle—
An ominous gray mist drifted from the wailing and miserable middle-aged man's wound, the excruciating pain and despair eliciting tears.
"We should go."
Katerina said to Lu Li, who was staring at the entrance.
Lu Li didn't respond, watching the attendant spit in frustration.
"Damn bastard, he's almost contaminated into an Alien."
