*Strange, why hadn't it started yet?*
The people in the room had already prepared for the meeting, but after waiting for a while, they didn't hear the leader who was supposed to host the meeting start speaking. They all cast strange looks over.
Then everyone noticed that the leader, who had just been menacingly questioning "Little Baskin," was now, for some reason, staring blankly at Little Baskin with a dazed expression.
In his bloodshot and cloudy eyes, which had been up all night, there were signs of fear, doubt, panic, confusion... various weak and chaotic emotions, paired with his slightly greying temples, making him look unusually...
Old.
Yes! Old!
With this strange thought arising in their minds, the rebels in the room were unconsciously startled.
