You are brought to consciousness by whose voice sounds muffled, as if your ears are filled with cotton. Consciousness comes quickly, and you realize that you are between the rows of seats in a concert hall. DJ Sona's performance has been disrupted, but the last thing you care about is the fate of the concert. There are no people around you, but you hear stomping and screams very close to you, just a few meters away, and you understand that the planners have already left the place and rushed to the exits, probably knocking you down. Turning your head, you see someone's shoe, the owner of which will never need shoes again. Turning your head higher, you see a bloody mess, instead of his face, and as a mockery of the corpse, a holographic lotus blooms from the place where the center of the face should be as a kind of mockery - stem of life, the red petals of which give dim lighting under the chairs, revealing another corpse before the eye. More likely this person was the target of the terrorist.