Sad performance (7)

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.