The stage, once set to entertain, had now become a terror to all eyes that gazed upon it.
“Close the curtain!” Alden shouted to whoever was near the stage.
Aira immediately looked for the curtain’s drawstring, but before she could pull it, someone else beat her to do it.
“Is this enough?” someone asked.
Gaston, the man dressed as a bodyguard, pulled the large curtain, almost completely covering the stage.
Screams still echoed from the audience. London wasn’t exactly the safest place to hide from criminals.
Fearing a follow-up attack, the audience and most of the staff rushed out of the building in panic.
Only a few performers from the show remained.
“Call an ambulance!” Alden shouted again, hoping someone would take action.
But everyone remained still, as if prolonging the moment
