She didn’t register the shattering of glass, or the dull rumble of the explosion as one side of her house disintegrated into a pile of wood chips and rubble.

At least she didn’t notice until she was safely, relatively speaking, curled up under the kitchen counter, the small cupboard door almost pulled shut behind her.

She shook as sporadic bursts of gunfire split the creak and groans of the disabled building. Some of the bullets even tearing shreds from the cabinets close to her.

“그녀는 여기 있지 않는다” a gruff voice growled, Bethany trembled at the hatred she felt.

“화ìƒ?ì?€ 모ë‘?, ìž?취를 떠나지 않는다” a second voice, one of cool command answered.

Terrified, Bethany listened as the strangers clomped about and left the house. She sat, terrified of moving, then heard a whispering sound that was almost as terrifying as the men’s first approach.

The stink of scorched wood and smoke confirmed her suspicions.

They’d set her house on fire.