My skin pales as life and blood drain away, yet I’m rooted to the spot watching this horrific scene, knowing instinctively I shouldn’t show any weakness to what I’m witnessing.

No one else moves or speaks until the gasping and thrashing subside, and two bodies slump forward heavily and facepalm the desk. They are dumped unceremoniously now that life has been stolen away.

It’s awful, and I feel like I’m sitting in some daymare, grasping Alexi’s leg under the table to ...