Intro. Chaos reigned in the central room. Shouts, shots, and Aguini's lost look became the bottom of an internal war that had lost his way.
Suddenly a dry dryness breaks the air. A certain shot from far away crosses Aguni's head, knocking him down at the same time. Silence. Silence as heavy as the bodies on the floor.
The eyes turn to the entrance. I am there.
firm steps echo on the ground spotted with blood. The rifle hanging over my shoulder as usual, my presence cutting the tension like a blade. My eyes sweep each face in that ruined hall.
"I want to know… Who curas reached Niragi?! Who burned it? Who was the bastard?!" The voice comes out firm, loaded with contained hatred and hidden pain. The rifle is already armed in my hands, and the aim does not hesitate to turn from one face to the other.
Behind that fury, no one knew that I had just taken him out of the edge of death. Niragi… He was lying now, silent, in my room - the body covered with c