Prologue

Darkness.

That's all I could see.

But that's completely different compared to what I remember.

Blood.

Everywhere.

Piles of bodies.

Screams.

Cries.

DEATH.

The sounds of guns firing like firecrackers. And the blue ribbon that belonged to the little girl in a blue dress with white frills.

And the outstretched hands that never managed to reunite.