The shot rings out and she tries to dodge, but there's only so quickly she can move even in a dream. It doesn't tear through her mouth, but through her other cheek and in, offering a brief moment of a wet gasp before she simply plummets off the bar to land on the gear below with a heavy thump.

Blood pools beneath a head with sightless eyes as the gear turns. The crushing mechanisms turning at the edges barely brush the hem of her dress before the whole apparatus shudders, groans, and collapses beneath Winter, jolting him back into wakefulness.