The sharp and familiar whistle echoed through the mountains and valleys.
Droplets fell from the leaky eaves onto an empty tin can, as a scrawny boy peeked out from the cramped wooden shack.
The sound of gunfire in the street suddenly grew frantic. A bearded man ran in panic and was struck by a bullet after just a few steps, his robust waist exploding into a bloody hole before he fell to the sky.
The scrawny boy drew his head back slightly but showed no sign of fear.
Fully armed Black Star soldiers dragged the man's body onto a pickup truck, leaving a long trail of blood.
Just as one soldier was about to leave, he unintentionally noticed the boy peeking through the crack.
He raised the muzzle of his gun, "Get inside."
The scrawny boy ducked his head.
A woman's voice came from the rusty loudspeaker on the electric pole.