The boy looked to be in his early twenties, with tousled hair and an earring in his right ear. He looked somewhat rebellious, but at this moment, all of it had been replaced by panic. He kept looking around, terrified.
Green and Milly comforted the boy as they led him into the institute's lobby.
Yet the moment the boy saw the television screen in the laboratory hall, he shuddered violently like a mouse seeing a cat and began struggling desperately. Green and Milly were shoved against the wall, barely managing to keep from falling.
"What are you doing?!"
Two large Black security guards rushed over, pointing their batons at the young man. One of them asked Green, "Director Green, should we throw him out? If we let a lunatic like this come and go as he pleases, it'll be hard to guarantee the safety of everyone else in the building."
"Oh, no, no. He's just frightened. He'll be fine in a moment. Trust me."
Green helped the young man back up. Realizing how he had behaved, the young man tried hard to control himself, and his emotions gradually settled. He kept gasping for breath. The two Black guards exchanged a look, glared at him warningly with their batons pointed at him, then slowly left.
"Wuwuwuwu, Director Green, the Media God has appeared! Believe me, it's a real god! It warned me to stay away from the eighteenth, but I have no idea what that means! Tomorrow is October eighteenth—is it warning me that I'll die? Wuwuwu, I never thought gods really existed in this world. I've never believed in any god since I was little, so why did it come after me? I'm so scared! What should I do? Wuwuwuwu..."
His words were disjointed. The dark circles beneath the young