"KYRA!!"
James' terrified scream echoed through the private room just as Kyra's body tipped over the balcony railing. His vision blurred with panic, and his body moved instinctively before his mind could fully grasp the situation. He bolted toward the balcony, extending his hand over the railing, but it was too late.
His outstretched hand caught nothing but air before a deafening splash erupted below. A fine spray of water dampened his skin, but what happened next left him rooted to the spot.
The lake beneath him was soon dyed in crimson, the ripples spreading like blossoming lotus petals. The vivid, haunting scene struck James to his core, rendering him completely paralyzed.
Inside the room, the sudden scream had startled everyone. Some nearly spilled the content of their bowl out of shock. Creighton was about to voice his irritation, but before he could speak, James had rushed past them like a streak of lightning.