Raphael Earhart
— Step aside!
— Let me through!
— Stop crowding!
Standing atop the grand chandelier, I watched as masked guests scrambled to flee the ballroom in a blind panic. Even if they didn't fully understand what was happening, instinct screamed at them to run. They pushed, shoved, and trampled one another in a desperate bid for the exits, like rats abandoning a sinking ship. But for them, there was no escape.
Slash!
A blade flashed near one of the doors. A single swing, and heads, arms, and legs separated from their bodies. Chinatsu stood unwavering, cutting down any who dared attempt an escape. Her movements were swift, precise, like a dancer executing a flawless routine.
The same scene unfolded at every exit. Sif, Elvira, and Krado had taken key positions, crushing any hope of retreat. Panic surged, spreading like wildfire, but the trap was already sprung.
