Bret was starting to have a headache. It had been days now, and the refugees just kept coming in. The number of reglios that were also hiding in the shadows had also increased by a lot. He had no idea what the reglios were trying to achieve after so many of them had died as soon as they entered the city. It was as if they were sending their own in just to die.
"This makes no fucking sense!" Bret yelled out as another reglios turned to ash. He looked out over the line of refugees and really wanted to yell out: 'All you fucking reglios who are hiding in the shadows of the people here. Are you really this fucking stupid that you can not even figure out that you can not use the shadows to enter our city and live!?'
