In the mournful and dead silence. A silence that could almost be felt. The only thing one heard are the voices of the terrible anger of the guns controlled by the known hunters who putting the guns and bazooka on to the new target. The pointers as always are heard repeatedly the order of the Lord Hunter Director to point out the target swift and snipe at the tower and of the bridges behind and above. Like it could never end this destruction of the world. Never in my whole perfect life have experience a more bloody thrilling moment than this. My name is Marcela and I am the Last Huntress Alive.