For a long heavy second, there was no response. The only sound was the panicked heavy breathing of the trapped nobles.
Then, a figure slowly stepped out of the deep shadows of the upper balcony.
It was The Blank.
Sebastian stood at the edge of the railing. He wore the featureless pitch-black tactical suit that absorbed the flashing red emergency lights.
His face was entirely obscured by the smooth blank dome of impact-resistant glass.
He did not look like a player. He looked like an empty void in the shape of a man.
Sebastian did not speak. He did not offer a dramatic villainous monologue or explain his motives. He just raised his right hand over the edge of the marble railing.
He was holding something by the hair.
He let go.
THUD.
