The Colibri theatre erupts into violence late in the evening, with the sounds of an impromptu spoken performance giving way to a strange flash of red light, and moments later, a gurgled scream. Three bodies are left upon on the floor, two seemingly without any wounds at all, and a third impaled from behind by some immense and sharp instrument. Shadows and things yet darker still are on the lips of those hiding where the glittering lights don't shine, tonight. A few angry souls whisper a Gendarme was spotted crossing into the wrong side of town, while others boast promise of bloody vengeance for the transgressions. Whatever the truth, three witnesses are dead. If there are more who can say what really happened, fear, guilt, or something else has stilled their tongues.