Four Seasons Hotel, Louise followed Martin into the suite, and the floor was littered with wads of waste paper, while the walls were plastered with creepy and eerie drawings that unsettled anyone who looked at them.
In some of the portraits, the main characters were obviously not human and even had tentacles and such.
One of them seemed to be a self-portrait of Martin.
Martin's painting skills were very limited.
He cut out a poster of the Sect Hierarch of the Cola Cult and, using the poster's headshot as a template, sketchily drew a picture.
The painted figure was enshrouded in a chaotic and smoky haze that made onlookers feel dizzy and disoriented.
"No time to clean up," Martin, who had spent the last month immersing himself in studying his role, said in an odd tone of voice, "It's a bit messy, but I find it quite pleasing to the eye."
Hearing that voice and looking at the drawings around her, Louise couldn't help but shiver, feeling a foreboding chill.
