The scream broke through the excited chatter, the music cutting quiet a few moments later. Monty had been in the middle of a very informative conversation about Dissonant Tortoises when it happened.

He ran to the balcony, like many others, craning his neck to see what had occurred. The party was in mayhem as people shouted about the woman pushed over edge. ‘Count Olaf’ hit his ears, and he was in just as much a confused and frazzled state as every other.

“Olaf? But-” he froze, looking around the chaotic event. He should leave this murderous party but -- all he could do was stand, dumbfounded. This was meant to be a celebratory night! How could it dissolve into this so quickly?