Lyerin walked down the bustling street with an almost serene expression, humming softly to himself.
The street was alive with people of all ages: old men hobbling on canes, young couples strolling hand-in-hand, children playing tag, and mothers cradling infants.
The sun cast a warm glow over the lively scene, but it was all a cruel contrast to the reality that was unfolding.
Without warning, the first body collapsed.
An old man, frail and hunched, let out a strangled gasp as his legs gave way beneath him.
He fell face-first into the pavement, his cane rolling away.
No one noticed at first, but soon, the woman next to him—an elderly lady clutching a bag of vegetables—dropped to her knees, her eyes wide in confusion.
Her lips moved as if trying to speak, but no words came out.
She crumpled beside him, lifeless.
Panic hadn't set in yet.
