On the other side of the gate, was an expanse of weathered green trees rising out of the earth to brush themselves against the grey skies and cloud cover.
A sheet of rain continually dripped from the seemingly endless grasp of the clouds, the soil was darkened and slick leaves twitched as they were subtly battered by each drop.
Amidst the gigantic trees, a young man in a hoodie carefully treaded his part.
He entered the gate with a definite goal in mind.
Despite his idea being the most reckless of all he still didn't care. He wanted to do this…no, he needed to do this.
For Biyi, this was a do-or-die situation. To have all his privilege, his worth, to have it all taken away in a flashing moment. He never thought it would be possible.
