Not a lot of time has passed since the cities of Las Vegas and Chicago were recently found hazed as blood spilled down the streets, crowded the alleyway and bullets casing shattered all over the ground, It's all the same in death as one begins to wonder how long has time prospered in order to experience the historic sacrifice to protect one's goal, they say "Not much has to pass, much has to be done, not a lot was risked. Much was either done or dead." Could it be a myth? Could it be a hidden secret? No one will know expect the one who has experienced under the eyes of the fallen, the study that you blink and then don't get the decision to blink once more, then all you can remember was the sudden wave of black that comes across you as the glass shatters in the background and you feel the dash of air coming along your entire body making you having chills run down your spine and the way you feel like you're falling, it's enough to know you won't come back and it's enough to know that if you have succeeded in your life as a responsible delegate then memory is all you will have left, all that you know is "I've done what I needed to do in my life to be considered the person who prospered as far and worked as hard to achieve what I needed to achieve, I became one with myself and one with the individual who watches over me high in the sky."

At last, you hear a woman. "What do you want me to say? I'm not gonna do it." But, instead it's just deep silence again making you wonder in the past of the stuff you've done because of a fallen individual that now you know will watch over you as you live and once you die that you know you will join them in the end. "There are no miracles, my life changes when the Sunlight fades away, there's only one way to go." As the end of the chapter will read, you're gonna feel just how things go around here. Ibarra was on the roof watching a group of men who were past Made Vegas members from the crew of Misfits and gentlemen of Squadra Azzurra, they left their final goodbyes which is what they could've done as the end was coming, running away would only cause a hunt, only to delay the inevitable. He started to walk away from the view he had of the dead members of Squadra Azzurra and he shook his head at he made his way down the stairs from the abandoned building down into the alleyway as he made his way into a car with an associate of his that wanted to keep himself hidden, only simple words rang inside the car. "Step on it, need to make it to New York to do some business, I have things to think about, process." As the man in the driver seat nodded and started the car as he made his way out of the alleyway, the only thing that was left was a bloody city and Sunlight reaching it's Sundown state.

Like he read before, sung and thought about.

"I had an ocean, deep as the ocean, blue like the sky, oh my, like a permanent stain wishing I could just wash away, and our past was in vain just to go through all the pain." Ibarra just slouched in the seat with the hat placed beside him in the car as they reached out onto the road he let out a deep sigh and rubbed his chest slightly only to evade the inevitable, something that's not actually possible once you try everything you could, you walk a different path and nobody knows, only you, and just YOU. Because, now that both cities have lost many people and the only thing that is left is guns, bullets, bodies and blood just to fantasize about the work you have completed under order, or by self vengeance, everybody tries to hold the secrets inside them, all you can hear is the kids crying out "Please stop, you're scaring me." Nobody can hold in the awful energy that may be stuck in them for the rest of their lives, only to live with it or to shatter a broken individual.

The path ends here. Sometimes you wonder if you've completed right or wrong, because it's all the same in death, one connected to a bloodline remains legendary, like the same.