I tilted my body at an angle while watching the men approaching me warily.
"What do you want?" I asked, moving the hand that was out of their sight towards my pistol.
The person leading them took another step towards me, "You… You were speaking to those people…"
I frowned, "Those people? Who are you talking about?"
"Don't lie to us! We saw you! You were there! You were at the club!!"
"Do you mean the guards at the Rattler's club?"
"No!! You bitch! You were talking to those sellers! Those merchants! That group that was selling the organic foodstuffs!!"
"Oh, those people. Yeah, I did. So what?"
"You didn't queue up! You didn't queue up like the rest! You skipped the queue!!"
What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Is this guy on drugs?
Actually, don't answer that… Because I think there's a very high possibility that pretty much everyone here in this station is taking a drug of some sort.
