The attack, unprovoked and unexpected, left Tiffany grappling with the harsh reality. Gathering her wits, Tiffany realized the urgency of the situation. She struggled to push aside the wreckage, debris digging into her hands as she clawed her way out of the shattered carriage. The night air, now filled with the acrid scent of smoke, stung her senses. Coughing as tried to emerged from the wreckage, Tiffany scanned the chaotic scene.
Struggling to climb out of the shattered remnants of the carriage, Tiffany's hands shook as she reached out for support, her fingers stained with dirt and dampened by the chaos that surrounded her. The once-merry atmosphere had given way to an unsettling quiet, broken only by the distant echoes of the recent explosion.
