In the dark alleys of the city, a young man in his twenties runs with hurried steps, regularly looking back behind him, his body pulsing with fear and anxiety. The ruins of old buildings embrace the sides of the streets, narrowing the passages and complicating his escape.
The scent of garbage and dry herbs flows from the sides, indicating to him that he is heading towards the old and abandoned areas of the city. The echo of his footsteps recedes among the crumbling roofs and shattered windows, amidst the muffled sounds of people searching for him.
"Damn it, this person must have been sent by that damned scoundrel," the young man's heartbeat races as the low sound of footsteps approaches him. He tries to avoid the pipes and obstacles on the road, fading into the shadows wherever possible, until he finds a safe hiding place.
As he progresses, the young man begins to slow down slightly, his tense eyes searching for an opportunity to escape. He sees a narrow passage next to an abandoned building and rushes towards it, disappearing into the shadows and struggling to breathe, awaiting the passing of danger.
*Huff* *Huff* The young man began to pant as he nervously surveyed his surroundings.
"Good, he doesn't seem to be close. I'm safe for now," the young man said, relieved.
"Damn it, Handert is dead, and I'm being targeted by an assassin," the young man thought with clear escalating tension in his features.
Suddenly, the young man heard a strange sound behind him, like the sound of opening a bag, although it was slightly different. He turned his face in fear, a face that was terrified to the extreme, and when he turned, he was shocked by the scene he saw.
A flying hand.
There was a small hole the size of a human head, but the young man didn't think much about the hole, but about the hand inside the hole, which was holding a gun with its fingers, a gun aimed at him.
On instinct, the young man tried to avoid the gun, but his speed was not enough
*Click* *Click* *Click*
The hand pressed the trigger of the pistol with its finger, and the shots were fired at the young man.
3 shots.
3 shots were sent to the young man.
One shot to the head, and two shots to the heart.
The young man couldn't comprehend what was happening, his face filled with fear and horror suddenly became calm.
The young man's eyes no longer possessed a spark of life, or rather, they no longer changed or moved. The young man seemed to freeze, and within seconds, he fell to the ground.
After a few moments, another man emerged from the alley. His features couldn't be clearly seen due to the darkness of the night; all that could be seen was his long black cloak and the metallic pistol in his right hand.
The man in the black cloak looked at the body lying on the ground, then reached out his hand to pick up the body.
The man in the black cloak walked through the streets carrying the body with extreme caution, trying not to be noticed, although there weren't many people awake at this time of night.
The shadow sneaks into a dense forest full of pine and oak trees. The faint moonlight reflects off the leaves, creating a pattern of shadows on the ground covered with fallen leaves and natural carpeting. The trees sway gently with the breeze, and the sound of their rustling leaves spreads like quiet music in the night air.
In this enchanting scene, the man in the black cloak stands alone among the forest trees, tampering with the soil using his pistol. His long shadow sways on the ground amid the dense shadows of the trees, adding to the secrecy of the operation he is undertaking.
After a while, the man in the black cloak stops digging the soil and approaches the body of the young man lying on the ground, reflecting a few strong lights from a lantern he carries with him, which he lit upon entering the forest. The man bends down to see the body, then lifts it with a swift motion and places it in the grave he dug.
Then the man in the black cloak begins to slowly pour the soil over the body, covering it carefully. Drops of soil rise into the cold air and fall to the ground with each movement of the man in the black cloak, forming a poignant scene in the quiet of the night.
As the burial is completed, the man in the black cloak raises his head to look around triumphantly, then leaves the forest with firm steps, leaving behind the calm and silence to rest in the heart of the night.
However, something strange was happening to the buried body.
The eyes, which were open wide, gradually decayed, as if acid had been poured on them, but for some reason, the body didn't seem to be affected by what was happening to the eyes.
After a full minute of decay, the decay stopped, and there were no longer any eyes for the young man's body, just the dark void.
After that, something unexpected happened.
The body began to move its feet, knees, fingers, hands, shoulders, and finally the head. All parts of the body began to move randomly until they stopped moving after a while.
And then, a smile of joy began to appear on the young man's face.
"...Well then, it seems I've truly returned to zero."