Celestine and I froze in place. The market square was in disarray, glass shattered everywhere, store signs that hung up on the walls are now on the ground full of footprints. Smoke billowed within a few meters from each other, it almost formed a smoke screen throughout the place. They gave stunk of ash, burnt meats and fruits from the stalls. The odors sting our eyes, it was enough to make us squint, I took a mask and covered my nose while Celestine used her hand. We walked into the chaos cautiously. With mild visibility, Celestine is at my tail and a hand on my shoulder. I drew out my guns then carefully led both of us to where Strife was. Celestine didn't need to ask me if I'm going in the correct way, heading straight ahead, because our ears could vividly pick up the exchange of gunfir

