Blacksmith Assassin

Raise the Curtains

"When all the world falls silent,

Whose voice could you hear?

Just a madman and his lament,

of the gods who cannot feel."

I.

"Fifty-one~" Loki said. A woman wearing a long floral skirt and a pink sleeveless top came forward, hands clasped together as if in prayer. She looks like a model with her height and her shape.

"Shame" I said to myself, knowing that she will soon share the same fate as those who went before her.

The show started hours ago. All of us are made to stay backstage until our number is called, just like that woman. There is food prepared for us. Sofas are also available to sit on and there are rooms people could use to practice before being called.

Disregarding the fact that we would probably all die, I'd say that this is a V.I.P - like treatment. The food is even top gourmet class in taste but, that doesn't amount to anything.

We're all dead.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"This isn't real."

"Mommy I want to go home."

The voices keep piling up backstage. As the hours drag on, mo