The gunshots were amplified tenfold inside the closed wooden house.
The woman's corpse had its mouth wide open, as if saying, "Run!"
The atmosphere, already tense and oppressive to the extreme, immediately erupted like a barrel of gunpowder igniting.
Under the threat of death, people went mad, surging toward the doors and windows of the café, and trampling over anyone in their way without regard.
The screams and cries for help drowned out the sound of bones breaking, and the café instantly turned into a living purgatory.
In the extreme chaos, even the secret police were knocked to the ground.
Fearing being trampled themselves, they shot at those rushing towards them in panic.
The crowd ran even faster.
Finally, a few lucky ones squeezed out of the café door, only to despairingly find that there were already twenty to thirty secret police guarding outside.
Terrified out of their wits, they lost all reason, driven by nothing but the thought of escape.
