Before the official performance, the location of the venue remained a secret.
Although many online had already deduced the final performance site, the local passersby were oblivious.
A space had been cordoned off by the riverbank, but people still walked and fished as usual, paying little heed.
After dinner, the staff began to notify the performers one by one to get ready.
When the door was knocked, Hannah was sitting in front of the mirror, putting on her last pearl earring.
The pearl was round and lustrous, its soft white glow made her skin appear delicate and fair.
She looked up, smiled at her reflection in the mirror, and said, "You're here?"
In the darkness, a cold light flashed.
Tiffany Lynch clenched the object in her hand, slowly closed the door behind her, and locked it.
The smile on her lips grew more sinister.
