"Holy shit… Call someone for help…" someone said as if he didn't see how the others had fled. He stayed in front of the gallery with his cameraman, seemingly unaware of the scare the bullets gave. When he turned behind him, the previously crowded spots were left vacant.
"We should leave, bruh. They might shoot us next!" His cameraman wanted to pack up, but his partner only frowned at him. "Dude, do you want to die?"
"No, that's why we're just staying here. They're only shooting trespassers. As much as I know, the streets are public property." The reporter waved his hand, only to watch how the doors opened. Reeva, the head curator of the Pareidolia art galleries, poked his head out.
The reporter just inched a bit closer and raised his mic. "Curator Schulz, Curator Schulz! Will Pareidolia give a public statement about the Ventrescu paintings?"
