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THIRD PERSON POV TW: GORE, BLOOD, ETC.
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𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 stood barefoot in the middle of the marble-floored stage, her feet soaked in the blood of her family. She covered her ears in fright, but the white noise was still there. Her head was bowed down as she gawked at the filaments of bulbs scattered around below her, eyes wide open.
The tension was far too obvious, the tranquil place turned into the palazzo of pain and suffering in moments. The hall that her family used for her birthday banquet smelt awful, with the rusty scent of blood mixed with the lethal smell of gasoline, she can only saunter off as her vision deteriorated slowly.
Eye for an eye, her heart pounded. She can barely keep track of how many heartbeats she had in the passing ten seconds. Crippled and trembling, as she stood on filth covered floor, her feet bled. Her blood mixed along with the toxins that the 'bandits' expected her to burn with.
However, despite the agony she felt at the moment, y/n couldn't care less about something as irrelevant as the pain and torment. Because something much more terrifying than knowing you're destined to die at any moment was just existing and standing in her presence.
The l/n family, from the eldest and most veteraned generations to the new and young ones were all mercilessly slaughtered into bits, gruesomely laying right in front of the grand stage where the debutante, y/n l/n stood. Looking like a sole survivor, for she is one. The l/n family was no more.
"Please make it stop." Y/n demanded in disgust, grossed out by everything, even by herself. Her dilated pupils grew larger. Emptier. The more her body felt weak, the more her face overcame the pain and she grew more emotionless through every loud tick of the grand clock and the soft notes played by the last instrument being played by the band. The sound somehow found its own way to her earing.
She then raised her head and removed her hands away from her ears, allowing the soft yet eerie sound of piano, 'A Night on the Bare piano' by Modest Mussorgsky, being played to enter her ears. Although she wondered why the hell would there be a source of music in a clearly derelict place, that's when she saw someone staring at her.
