Chaos, it was pure chaos.
When the light turned back on, everyone looked around to see what had happened, but what they weren't expecting to see was that standing near them was the bloodied body of a man, who had come here just like them, or rather had been trapped in.
His skull had been torn in two; it was a disgusting sight, how blood flowed from his head to his body, painting his clothes in the crimson color of blood. Many had gotten sick from the sight. It was also frightening to know he wasn't fully dead yet, as he slowly moved his hand, as if trying to grab something.
This didn't last long, of course, as before anyone could calm down, his hand stopped moving, and with the blood stopping, it was clear that he was dead, and now trapped in time like everything else that didn't hold essence.
The body belonged to, if he had to say, a baker, as he still had the white flower on his body, and now, it will eternally be there.
