The wind howled fiercely on the desolate road as Kriss sped along on his motorcycle. The young man still believed that there was nothing out of the ordinary in this area. Moreover, he couldn't sense anything unusual with his own eyes. The reason for the road closure was also unclear, as if there was something being concealed. Suddenly, an unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him, casually sitting in the middle of the road. Wearing an unusual military uniform, the man seemed to assert exclusive authority over the asphalt.
"What the heck!?" Kriss exclaimed.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Watch out!" Udin responded in panic.
Eyes were widened, and Kriss immediately slammed on the brakes of his motorcycle. Both of them were equally stunned, exchanging panicked expressions. The only sound audible was the roar of the motorcycle engine transforming into the hushed whispers of brake pads on the deserted road.
