Plundering knew no bounds under pretext of war. Every piece of gold was torn from the beautiful bodies of the lovely lasses. Tisha was tired and could not even resist when that anti-social element raped her before cutting off her jugular vein and plundering the neckpiece! But that Kid hidden in the attic did! The Atlantic War had manufactured use and throw humans! Exactly thirty years later that man stood on the bridge kissing the neckpiece before breaking into sobs, for now he had gifted the plunderer a blissful sleep deep within the river. Crime breeds Revenge; Compassion breeds compassion!