Karl stood there, bloodied all over. The memories of not so distant past haunted him again. He was disgusted. He looked at the woman and asked, " You all right?"
The woman covered herself with the torn clothes. Hiding her exposed skin and traumatized from the thing that happened, she didn't say anything. She didn't have the courage to speak up. She glared at the men who tried to take her advantage. Rage filled her heart. She spit on one of the lying dead corpses. "Filthy bastards,die you fuckers" she howled.
Andrew came running and found the bloodied corpses lying by the alley. He looked at Karl with his claymore plunged into one of the bodies. The scene prompted him to vomit out. "I remember stories from my childhood," he continued, "of a demon who challenged the gods 500 years ago. In his course he killed millions of people, just to fight the gods. Are you the same Karl? I don't know what you are, where you came from. Wherever you go, all I can see is blood, human blood..."
Andrew being a pacifist all his life could never think of killing any other human. He lived his life in pain and misery, yet he believed in goodness and in the God of Mirth. He heard tales from his now deceased Grandma, that all the miseries of this world will come to an end once the God of Mirth waves his wand of fortune and goodness over the earth. He believed, even when the kingdom turned into ruins.
"Shut the heck up, shrimp" shouted Karl. He didn't care what he had to say. Through his bloodshot eyes all it saw was death. "I just, want some rest." As he said it, he fell down to the ground. The black cloak fell revealing the scared and bandaged body. Everyone was shocked to see the wounds reopening on his body. It was as if Karl was fighting a war on his own.