At the dead of dawn, smoke marks the sky.
From the distant trees, out comes a cry
A dragged off body, into the maze of the maw
The horror of the man as they chewed and they gnawed
"The residents, they're evil!"
Cried the driver, in upheavel
"Evil?! How many?"- so Leon did implore
In his last dying breaths, the man answered:

"Four"