|Epilogue|   Third Person's POV In the middle of the night where the moon illuminates the darkness all over the things that have been left out, grieving hearts scattered all over the place.  Deaths. Bloods. Fights. War.  A woman in red stood right in the middle of the chaos as she looked around her. She was panting and breathing hard because of the continuous fights with the enemy who strikes them a surprise attack.  Men are scattered with their guns, swords, daggers, and all weapons tightly gripped by their hands ready to slaughter all the people who will block their way. The enemy has brought too many men in blacks and the group of the woman in red ere barely handling the situation.  She gritted her teeth while watching her comrades trying their best to fight but she knew, they'd lost it.  The war that wasn't even in the half of it, she knew their time has come to an end. And whether she