Terrorists, their faces twisted into cruel smiles, stood around, firing their weapons indiscriminately into the panicked crowd. To them, the screams of pain were an intoxicating drug, fueling their excitement and recklessness with each agonized cry.

The fleeing people became moving targets, and with each gunshot, another victim collapsed to the ground.

Furrowing her brows, Norah swiftly scanned the lobby, searching for any sign of Alice amidst the chaos. She scanned the area meticulously but couldn't find Alice.