The hall fell into complete silence. Everyone stared in dismay.
Then—
"HE TWISTED HER NECK!"
"HER FACE IS THE OTHER WAY AROUND"
"HE KILLED HER!"
"HE ACTUALLY KILLED HER!"
Screams erupted. Officials stumbled backward, knocking over chairs, clutching each other. Somewhere in the back, someone fainted. Others covered their mouths, their faces green.
Nadia closed her eyes.
She had known this would happen. Had known from the moment Mika stood up, from the moment she saw that look in his eyes.
She had tried to stop him. She had failed.
Now there was blood on the floor.
Meanwhile, the family was utterly terrified.
The wife stumbled back, trying to distance herself from the corpse whose head was now twisted unnaturally toward her.
The daughter, who had loved her grandmother and received treats from her, fainted on the spot from sheer terror.
The brother, despite his earlier bravery, turned pale as he watched the mother who had raised him die so brutally.
