His arm bore the brunt of the impact, the sharp shards finding an unwilling sacrifice in his flesh.

The chandelier finally fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Debris rained down, the aftermath of the chandelier’s devastating impact.

The theater erupted in chaos, a scene of horror that painted the world in shades of uncertainty.

Rena, her vision fading into the embrace of unconsciousness, found herself trapped within the clutches of darkness.

“Rena!”

Waylen’s anguished cry echoed through the air, a desperate plea that mirrored the depths of his sorrow.

He cradled her weak form in his arms, both of them drenched in a chilling coat of crimson.

Undeterred by his own injuries, Waylen’s voice shattered the air, a command that brooked no argument.

“Call an ambulance!”

Time stretched on, each passing second a torment for Waylen.

With Rena’s life hanging in the balance, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her or the precious life she carried within her.

then there

Rena’s fate would have been… Waylen’s mind recoiled from

a flurry of snowflakes danced in the wind, an ethereal backdrop to

to their arrival, Waylen’s face a mask of anguish

lighting, a portrait of a man on

Juliette arrived in haste, Cecilia at

voices mingled in a chorus of concern, a symphony

“How is Rena?”

seemed to wear his exhaustion

out a cigarette, lit it

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