The guests had managed to escape from the VIP section, many still with their masks intact, clutched tightly in shaking hands.
Others, however, had lost theirs in the chaos, knocked off in the panic, or torn away as they practically crawled and scrambled to get out of the place alive.
With shards of glass flying and weapons being wielded without hesitation, many feared getting caught in the crossfire. These were people who'd lived sheltered lives, many of whom had never been hit, shoved, or even shouted at in their entire existence.
Now, they were running for their lives.
Outside the venue, several guests were bent over, huffing and panting next to their expensive vehicles. Others didn't even stop, they jumped into their cars and sped off, tires screeching as they disappeared into the night.
"What was that?" one guest gasped between breaths. "Is this some kind of gang war going on? I swear… I've never seen anything like this before."
