Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
plots?" "We are not criminals." The Hunter's fist crashed on the desk. "Then why are you here? Why? could weave, of their strange, magic power to steal strong men's minds from them and make them like children before Hunter's mind like a gentle, lazy drug. "But who is to permit or forbid? After all, you are the leader here, and forbidden pleasures are all the sweeter." And now, he knew, he would soon see his beloved city burning once again, turning to flames and ashes in a heart-breaking drowning out the dying strains of the music. "Spies! You thought you could steal my mind away, make me forget my duty and listen to your rotten, poisonous noise! Well, you failed, do you hear? I didn't hear it, I didn't listen, I didn't ! I'll hunt you down as my fathers hunted you down, I'll bring my people their vengeance and glory, and your foul music will be dead!" "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But They know where we are fear. "They couldn't have found us so soon, unless they too in his face for the first time in centuries. "We can do once again what we always have done before when the Hunters came," he said sadly. "We can run away." much here, we must burn the city and flee again." His voice the roar of the animal. forgotten as completely as if he had never been. No thoughts of the Hunters, either, nor of their unheard-of mercy in leaving possible. "Think of the beauty and peace we've found here." "I know. How well I know." "Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run them their lives—lives of memoryless oblivion, like animals They were hungry. "I've spent many years thinking, my son." "Not what I've been thinking." Ravdin sat down, clasping his hands in excitement. "The Hunters come and we run away, Nehmon. Think about that for a moment. We run, and we run, and we run. From what? We run from the Hunters. They're hunting us , these Hunters. They've never quite found us, because we've always already run. We're clever, we're fortunate, and we have a way of life that they do not, so whenever they They never knew that the link had been forged. secrecy." He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's angrily. " Why do we run, my lord? the records, you've been taught." "Oh, yes, I know what I've been taught. I've been taught that eons ago our remote ancestors fought the Hunters, and lost, and fled, and were pursued. But why do we keep running? Time after time we've been cornered, and we've turned and fled. Why? Even animals know that when they're cornered "But we could fight." "Animals fight. We do not. We fought once, like animals, and now we must run from the Hunters who continue to fight like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight." Ravdin shook his head. "Do you mean that the Hunters are not men like us?" he said. "That's what you're saying, that they are animals. All right. We kill animals for our food, isn't that true? We kill the tiger-beasts in the Jungle to protect ourselves, why not kill the Hunters to protect ourselves?" Nehmon sighed, and reached out a hand to the young man. "I'm sorry," he said gently. "It seems logical, but it's false logic. The Hunters are men just like you and me. Their lives are different, their culture is different, but they are men. And Hunters, too. If we fight, we are dead even if we live. That's why we must run away now, and always. Because we know that we must not kill men." the old man. Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror. "The Hunters! They've found us?" anyone ever seen a Hunter?" Ravdin's hand trembled. "I—I don't know. None of us living now, no. It's been too long since they last actually found "Yet we've been tearing ourselves up by the roots, fleeing in this green Jungle-land, but lives nonetheless. we have?" Nehmon's voice broke in, almost harshly, as he faced the excited pair. "The Hunters don't have concerts," he said grimly. "You're deluding yourself, Dana. They laugh at our music, they scoff at our arts and twist them into obscene mockeries. They have no concept of beauty in their language. The Hunters are incapable of change." "And you can be certain of that when nobody has seen The Saber-tooth was prowling tonight. glowing city, sensing somehow that the mystifying circle of In the city the turmoil bubbled over, as wave after wave of There was music among them still, but it was a different sort of music, now, an eerie, hopeless music that drifted out of the city in the wind. It caused all but the bravest of the beasts, journey. To run away. In the darkness of secrecy, to be gone, without a trace, without symbol or vestige of their presence, leaving only the scorched circle of land for the jungle to reclaim, so that no eyes, not even the sharpest, would ever know how long they had stayed, nor where they might have gone. fear. They had to run, Nehmon knew, if they were to survive. And with a blaze of anger in his heart, he almost hated the the very idea of remaining behind or trying to contact the Hunters was insane. Yet he knew they "You'll have to go soon," he said. "The city will be burned, of course, as always. You'll be left with food, and with weapons against the jungle. The Hunters will know that we've been here, but they'll not know when, nor where we have gone." He paused. "It will be up to you to see that they don't learn." Dana shook her head. "We'll tell them nothing, unless it's safe for them to know." "They'll question you, even torture you." She smiled calmly. "Perhaps they won't. But as a last resort, the fire bombs to ignite the beautiful city after the ships so dangerous. He knew of the terrible fight, the war of his people against the Hunters, so many thousand years before. people living in peace, seeking the growth and beauty of the arts, despising the bitterness and barrenness of hatred and killing—and the Hunters, under an iron heel of militarism, of government for the perpetuation of government, split farther and farther from them. It was an ever-widening split as the Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's people for all the things the Hunters were losing: peace, love, happiness. Ravdin knew of his people's slowly dawning awareness wars, and then the centuries of fear and flight, hiding from the wrath of the Hunters' vengeance. His people had learned much in those long years. They had conquered disease. They had grown in strength as they dwindled in numbers. But now the then go now. The city will burn an hour after the The city burned. Purple spumes of flame shot high into the as the plastic walls and streets of the city hissed and shriveled, Men had come out of the ships, large men with cold faces and dull eyes, weapons strapped to their trim uniforms. The Hunters had blinked at them, unbelieving, with their weapons held As they approached it, their hearts sank and they clasped hands to bolster their failing hope. The leader of the Hunters looked up from his desk as they "Chickens!" the Hunter snorted. "We have been hunting down chickens." His eyes turned to one of the guards. "They have been searched?"

<question>:
Why do they need to burn the city?

<options>:
A They need to destroy evidence of their civilization to throw the Hunters off their trail.
B The Hunters will destroy the city anyway.
C They don’t want to share their resources with others.
D They don’t want the Hunters to steal their secrets.

<answer>:

A