C102 Blood on the Streets, Trigger & Knife.

The gunshots rang in my ears like church bells at a funeral—loud, final, and foreboding. My heart hammered in my chest; my body felt like I was passing out. The world went still. For a breath, a single breath, everything froze. The mob. The flashing cameras. The Christmas lights blinked in rhythmic oblivion.

Screams split the air.

People scattered in every direction, shoving, ducking