I dashed into the theater in a frenzy.
A sense of danger I had never felt before with Wonderstein's body engulfed me.
Screams and shouts echoed from the square below. I tried hard not to recall the scene I had seen just before turning my back.
If a Reaper had infiltrated the theatre, it was usually a big deal.
Even though the demons couldn't exert their full power here, harming a few people was child's play for them.
As I reached the hall, I felt my heart sink.
The place seemed to have been attacked, with the seating area collapsed. I spotted Ella sitting hesitantly on the shattered stage.
"Ella!"
Even with my call, she showed no reaction.
Surely she isn't dead.
I rushed towards the stage. Thankfully, she looked up a moment later and glanced at me.
"Uh, mister…?"
"What happened?"
After confirming Ella was unharmed, I surveyed the surroundings. Other people who had been sprawled on the floor were also getting up, groggily.
"What just happened?"
"Unpleasant memories…"
