All of the people settled down in their places as the front doors of the palace opened. A screaming joy retarded in their hearts, and no one get the gist of what's going to happen. In the midst of metallic scent of dead bodies, Louise took the podium, and allowed herself to get criticized.
They're unbeknownst to harm. It was always attached to their bone.
Louise checked the microphone, and it was intact.
Vincent and Leo dragged Tina's shackled body. The chains attached around her wrists were unbearable, and the blood dripped down the side of her forehead. Tina limped, but Leo hitched her up, letting her suffer from the pain of her joint.
Louise couldn't look further. She turned in another direction, resisting the tears from falling down. Tina's grunt resonated to the silent sea of people, and their gawks acted as a knife piercing in the president's heart.
