We unlock the door.
Hallway packed, screams, stampede.
We walk out hand in hand, shooting in every direction like it's a June festival.
— Happy Monday, you losers!
Reception area.
Police positioned.
Hiding behind the counter.
A deep, bloody kiss.
— Looks like the show's coming to an end, my love.
I smile.
— Final joke: did you know there's a 0.3% chance of surviving with sequelae? I hate low percentages!
Two Glocks to the temples.
POW POW.
Hana had already gone half a second earlier.
We collapse in each other's arms, smiling, on the red marble.
Silence.
And in the ruined classroom 3-B… a circle of purple light appears.
29 bodies float gently, eyes glowing purple.