The massive spotlight plummeted from the ceiling, its trajectory aimed directly at center stage—directly at me.
Time slowed to a crawl.
The crimson silk in my hand caught the strobing light from the sparking rig above. For one surreal moment, the ribbon looked like spilled blood against the stage floor.
"Jiwon!"
Haejun's voice reached me before my brain even processed the falling death trap above. His shout carried raw panic, a sound I'd never heard from him before.
I looked up, seeing the spotlight's chrome surface reflecting the stage lights as it tumbled toward me.
My feet remained frozen to the yellow tape mark.
Then Haejun's body slammed into mine with the force of a freight train.
His shoulder drove into my ribs, sending both of us sprawling across the slick stage floor.
The world spun—black curtains, blinding lights, the concerned faces of our teammates.
The spotlight crashed where I'd been standing with a deafening explosion of metal and glass.
