She scrambled around in her dress with no gracefulness at all, her body twirling and smashing into the table, knocking down all the drinks. The red, wine-looking drinks spilled to the ground, fancy glasses falling down and crashing.

She covered her eyes as she hurried out of the room; the music and disco ball continuing to spin. Something wasn’t right in the party, it was evident from the very start when Amy had snuck a knife into her pocket. She had been kicked out by security almost immediately, but it seemed that there was something much bigger going on.

Suddenly, as the DJ switched the song, Amy appeared behind him, holding her bloodstained knife up to his neck as the DJ tried to pull her away. Amy smiled; her teeth red and dripping with drool. Her wild, curly hair waved in the heavy air conditioning before the DJ stumbled back in his chair as she slit his throat.

People immediately stopped dancing as Amy was then again taken away by security, her knife confinscated for good. No one could take their eyes off of what had just happened. Crowds rushed toward the exit, but it was suddenly locked, and their keycards were seemingly useless now even though they had used them to get in. The music continued on, only getting more chaotic the harder they tried. Soon, people ran chaotically around the large room, smashing into the pillars out from the ground with sophisticated vases, effectively knocking them down.

The crowd erupted into screams as even the guards, who stood emotionless at the corners of the rooms, didn’t do anything to help, only standing in the dark corners with blank facial expressions, watching as people simultaneously fled around the room, searching for another exit…