MICHAEL ¿Quién tiene el control del juego? A single damn "Take cover!" was all it took for hell to break loose. The sound of those guns firing felt endless. Until it wasn't. An infernal silence followed, and no one dared to break it. It's one thing to be the butcher—and a whole other to be the poor damn deer in a massacre. That's exactly what this was. —Are they gone? —someone nearby asked. I lifted my gaze to look. They had vanished like fucking rats. The murmurs and groans of pain didn't take long to rise. Obviously, the ones near the windows, pressed against the edges, were hit the worst. —Are you okay, Mich? —my mother asked, scanning me with her eyes. Her worried face said it all. —Yeah, Mom —I replied casually. She hugged me tightly, while my eyes searched for Ibagon and Ludwig. Chaos. Pure, complete madness. The screams didn't stop—if anything, they were getting louder. Some people were already on their phones, calling for help. Probably the police, or ambulances. I spot
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