One quiet night in the tranquil neighborhood of a town far far away, trouble brewed as gangs of unruly men charged in and started their wanton slaughter and plunder of the innocents.
BASH! Stone weapons struck against each other, cracking, fragmenting and flying into teeny little bits. Things grew noisy and rowdy as a bunch of goons rioted, duking it out against the defenders. In the chaos, the bandits beat people indiscriminately. Wails and cries for help drown the streets, late at night.
Sensing the trouble, a family of three prepared to ride the storm. The father barred the door, tying it to the post with some hemp rope to secure it. While the mother shut all the windows and sealed all the gaps in their house.
