"Speak quickly, I'm busy."
A man wearing a white coat with a gloomy expression said.
"Too busy to even have time for a smoke?"
A humanoid male creature wearing scrub clothes said.
He used his webbed hand to pull a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed one to the man.
The cigarette box is inscribed with a Pegasus which had four wings, biting a bloody arm.
This is one of the high-end cigarette brands in Metropolis, called "Bloodthirsty Pegasus," but most people just call it "Horse Eating Hand."
"I saw you had another pack in your pocket."
The white coat said as he caught the cigarette.
"Damn, your eyes are sharp."
The scrub clothes pulled out a new pack and tossed it to him.
The two men stood at the edge of the terrace, looking at the distance while they smoked, their gazes hollow.
Quickly, half of the cigarette was gone.
"So, what exactly is going on?"
The white coat said as he extinguished the cigarette.
This was his habit, smoking only half a cigarette.
