Spectrum

Prologue

I sat in my velvet seat amongst many others, entranced by the music embracing me.

I happened to be one of the few that had come alone. However much the Imperial Opera House looked like a lion's jaw waiting to engulf you, I wasn't in the slightest bit shaken by grandeur. This Opera was where I felt at peace, at home.

I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in the music bouncing off the enormous hall. The violin's emotional dance swarmed all my thoughts. What a wonder music was, a collection of different sounds could fill one with such strong and melancholic emotions.
Suddenly the music stopped and where claps should have followed, sirens blasted.

My eyes shot open, within seconds everyone was piling out, people fell, got trampled on and forgotten. A nervous, no, terrified, atmosphere evaporated the air of any peace that prior had engulfed everyone.
Everyone knew the siren, everyone knew what it meant.

They had come. They had finally decided on gracing us with a swift swing of the axe to our necks. In other words; the attack had begun.