The second half of the night in Roguetown was nothing close to peaceful.
From time to time, the sounds of howling and cries for help were heard from different locations. It only ended just before daybreak. However, when the sun rose from the horizon and shed light on this town deep in the jungle, its scenery, which had once been famous for its sightseeing, had turned into something else.
The originally clean and neatly paved limestone street was now filled with debris and garbage. Pools of blood and trails of footprints of dried blood could be seen here and there.
Some of the roadside stalls had been smashed, and the goods inside were a total mess. Some of the walls were painted black with dried bloodstains. It seemed as if some creature had invaded the place or someone had fled and hid here last night.
