Midnight settled over the Gaslamp Quarter like a funeral veil, and the historic streets that usually glittered with laughter, music, and crowded nightlife now trembled beneath an atmosphere of growing panic. Emergency sirens echoed between old brick buildings while flashing red and blue lights painted frightened faces in restless colors. Store owners hurriedly lowered metal shutters, and pedestrians abandoned restaurants and bars as rumors of attacks spread through downtown. Nobody understood what was happening, yet everyone could feel that something terrible had entered the city.
