The night was dark and chilling. The wind was blowing softly. The sky was a mess. Even though the moon has the freedom to venture over the sky freely, it was not allowed to show its face because of the heavy clouds, which were producing heavy sound and could burst at any moment.
But the sound of the clouds was not the only sound that was disturbing the quietness of the night.
Far away from the town, deep inside the forest, there was the sound of clanking produce, and it was uneven and desperate. It was the sound of digging on the ground.
There was a person who was standing in the middle of the night in a deep forest, holding a spade in his hand while digging the ground.
