The Theatre Phantasmagoria—Bloodrunners, by Monte Lin

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴, 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥-𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯-𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥.”