Okumura Yukio

[Allen takes a moment to consider the question, turning to look out of the window as he does. Everything about Nesreca is wrong, a city-sized blight on the earth. He thinks of the prevalent rust, too much of it dried blood, of open graves stark under the sun like sullen exclamation marks, then turns back to Yukio with a slight shake of his head.]

You can still see― Remains everywhere and even gunpowder sometimes, but it's hard to tell what happened. People must have fought or at least tried to run, I don't think many of them made it.