By the time Thanh Van and Kim Jihun reached deck 6, a piano was playing the tune of Vivaldi's Winter.
A place of grandeur, the dimly lit chamber adorned with velvet drapes and many hanging chandeliers framed the scene of slaughter.
Blood painted the white marble floor, and the players' bodies laid over the round tables, resting against the velvet couches, their eyes wide open.
If not for the glaring lights of the chandeliers reaching every corner of the lounge and drowned out the hopeless darkness on the other side of the windows, the dead would appear to be sitting, and enjoying their drinks.
Before Thanh Van could step out of the staircase, Kim Jihun pulled Thanh Van by the elbow, shoving the beauty against one of the pillars separating the panorama lounge from the elevators.
