Under the veil of night, Satsujin made his way to a secluded spot he had scouted earlier—an elevated position overlooking the main stage where the awards were to be handed out. From there, he prepared his sniper rifle, setting up the scope and loading the chamber with meticulous care. His breathing was calm, his hands steady. In his twisted mind, this was his art, and the festival was his canvas.

  Down below, the festival-goers were in high spirits. The head judge, an elderly man known for his kindness and culinary expertise, stepped up to the microphone to announce the winner. The crowd erupted in cheers and appuse, completely unaware of the danger lurking above them.

  Satsujin waited, watching the crowd through the scope, scanning the faces for his target. He had chosen a random man, a chef who had presented a particurly impressive dish that evening. There was no reason behind the selection, only the thrill of randomness and the chaos it would cause. The man, blissfully unaware, stood among his peers, his face lit up with excitement.

  Without hesitation, Satsujin pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot rang out, cutting through the festive noise like a knife. The bullet found its mark with deadly precision, and the chef crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Screams filled the air as panic spread through the crowd. People began to scatter, looking around in confusion and horror.

  Satsujin watched the chaos unfold below, a grim satisfaction settling over him. In the midst of the pandemonium, he calmly disassembled his rifle and concealed it in his bag. He descended from his vantage point and blended seamlessly back into the fleeing crowd. The darkness of the night cloaked his departure, and before anyone could realize what had happened, he was gone.

  The festival that was meant to be a celebration of life and culture had turned into a scene of terror. The news spread quickly, and within hours, headlines were dominated by the tragic event. The British authorities unched an immediate investigation, but Satsujin Sha, now a master at evading capture, had already vanished into the depths of the city, leaving behind yet another trail of fear and destruction.

  As the world reacted to the horror of the festival, it became clear that Satsujin's reign of terror was far from over. He had chosen Britain as his next stage, and the shadow of his actions loomed rger than ever, ready to strike again.