John halted in a shadowy alcove, holding little Mia close in his arms, with the Taylor couple right beside him.
He calmly assessed the situation, realizing that the terrorists had likely sealed off all the exits, trapping the attendees.
Their target was clear: the concert.
With such meticulous preparation and ample weaponry, how could they possibly let anyone escape easily?
As he had feared, gunshots began to echo throughout the venue.
Some trying to flee were shot down in their tracks, while the security forces surrounding the area were picked off one by one by the terrorists.
"Do not attempt to flee! You, tainted with the original sin of greed, are fated today to greet the grand arrival of the Lord of the Abyss with your lives and blood!"
Onstage, the man who proclaimed himself as the Magician continued his flamboyant tirade.
"What do we do now?"
