A few hours had passed since the chaotic attack on the town began. The relentless assault had subsided, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair. As the rogues returned to the tent one by one, carrying bags filled with stolen valuables, a sinking feeling settled deep within me. She didn’t want to imagine that Mark, his parents, and everyone in the restaurant have died in the hands of these rogues!

I watched in disbelief as they entered because their faces were devoid of remorse or regret. They had committed unspeakable acts of violence and yet, they had the audacity to laugh and giggle. How could they even open their...