The orange glow of the sky casted by the setting sun was a reminder for the farmers to stop plowing the soil, a call for the children to come running back home, the time for tourists to pick a restaurant for dinner, and also the designated schedule for the students of TIHS to return to the rest house.
In the deserted outskirts of the town, in a dilapidated wooden farmhouse, a group of men entered the house, went straight to the second floor, bowed to the boy and the girl standing inside, and picked up the bloody and crippled men at their feet. A few men brought the dying men downstairs while some remained inside the room.
They began to clean up the mess and traces inside. They even tried to fix the shattered window and door.
