A feeling of hopelessness permeated the battlefield, affecting those who had come here to fight the terrorists and put an end to the chaos once and for all, as well as those who simply sought the truth but were trapped in another deadly game orchestrated by the mastermind behind it all.
Amidst the chaos, there were rankers who reveled in murder, theft, and conquest, delighting in the blood that stained the grass crimson.
I wasn't sure which side I truly belonged to. I had only come here to uncover the motives of the silver-masked figure. The question of whether it was the good rankers who helped the innocent or the evil rankers who took advantage of the situation to kill and escape without consequences weighed heavily on my mind. Deep down, I knew it wasn't as simple as classifying people into two categories of good and evil.
