You walk away from a burning gore that was once a small fishing village. You smell the curdling of blood as it burns away from the limp bodies of the villages inhabitance, stacked loosely upon one another. It alone was enough to send pleasure through your own body.
Then as you pass a building, a shadow detaches itself from its surroundings. It appears to be a young girl about the age of ten. She is crying.
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