Blurred but ferocious faces, low roars mixed with fleeing screams, the strong smell of blood from the bloody swords, pungent and unpleasant, a little girl stood blankly among the corpses everywhere, in the distance A man holding a sharp sword walked toward him. She opened her eyes in fear. She saw that the man seemed to be roaring something, but her ears only heard the whistling wind. The sword was swung high, ready to fall...