One day last February, even before the seven a.m. class started, a young Accounting sophomore decided to drop by the St. La Salle Chapel to say a quick prayer. She reached the empty chapel, went to the very first pew, knelt down, and with eyes shut, began to pray. A few minutes later, she heard a shuffling sound and frantic footsteps. The student opened her eyes and saw a limping, pale-faced man reaching out to toward her, his torn clothes covered in blood, a bayonet stuck to his chest, and mouthing the words"Help me..."