Don't they care? Don't they hear her screams? No, they do not. She is falling, yet no one hears her cries for help. They are cold, ruthless. They do not care because it was them who cast this fate upon her. Now she has landed. There is nothing left for her to do. Except die... slowly. A slow, painful death. Then... BANG! She's gone. It was not slow and painful, but quick, brief. Because the young man with the smoking pistol can't stand listening to a creature calling for help. He makes her pain short. He is perhaps the only humane one out of them all... He is... her father.