[The gunshot is still echoing in the back of his mind when he opens his eyes.
The Balladeer startles upright, only to cringe back at the unexpected sight of the Showrunner right in his face. Where did she come from? Where...where did everyone else go? The stage is empty except for her; his cast is gone. He reaches out a hand to try to steady himself, expecting the smooth wood of the stage, and finds something wet and sticky.
Blood. Brains. It's on his hand. Again. It's...there's no one else here...]
...what?
[It comes out as a whisper, not really directed at her. Unnoticed even by himself, he's started to tremble.]
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The Balladeer startles upright, only to cringe back at the unexpected sight of the Showrunner right in his face. Where did she come from? Where...where did everyone else go? The stage is empty except for her; his cast is gone. He reaches out a hand to try to steady himself, expecting the smooth wood of the stage, and finds something wet and sticky.
Blood. Brains. It's on his hand. Again. It's...there's no one else here...]
...what?
[It comes out as a whisper, not really directed at her. Unnoticed even by himself, he's started to tremble.]