The world was still encroached in darkness and daybreak was still hours away, the mansion isolated in a quiet region of the country meant to be a place of leisure and safety had now turned into a butcher house.
The blood of several hundreds of security officers now littered the grounds, machine gun turrets now ripped apart. Some of them were mangled and had their bodies torn apart so violently that it was hard to tell if they were ever human in the first place.
Yet amidst all of this bloodshed and death there still seemed to be a few humans alive within the mansion. The bloody bride who identified herself as a member of an illusive group stood above a small frightened girl, with a gun pointed to her skull.
And without hesitation she pulled the trigger and let the shot fly in the air, she watched the bullet tear through the air with ballistic force and impale the wall several meters away.
