On the afternoon of September 17, 2025, in the Sumatran jungle of Indonesia, tension filled the air among a group of people preparing to carry out an illegal act capturing protected wildlife.
The setting sun, along with the fading sounds of forest birds, heightened the suspense.
In the midst of the group stood Ethan, the leader, calmly overseeing his subordinates as they reported their progress.
Around them, traps had been carefully laid, hidden strategically in various spots to capture rare and protected animals.
Every trap was meticulously set, as if nothing had been left to chance in Ethan's plan.
One of his men approached quickly, his face serious yet confident.
"Boss, all the traps are in place. Give us the order for the next step," he said, looking at Ethan, who appeared calm but alert.
Ethan scanned the area, ensuring there were no signs of danger, particularly from the forest rangers who would be changing shifts around this time of day.
He knew time was critical. If they were discovered by the rangers, their entire plan could fall apart and turn into a major problem.
"Okay," Ethan finally spoke, his voice low but authoritative, making everyone fall silent to hear his command.
"We're heading back to camp now, as the sun is setting. At midnight, we'll return to check all the traps."
Ethan was aware that dusk was the most vulnerable time, as the forest rangers usually changed shifts.
They had to move quickly and not linger too long in the area. Every step had to be carefully planned.
Midnight would be the safest time to return and check their traps, when the forest would be quiet, and the rangers would be in transition.
His men nodded and moved quickly, beginning their trek back to the hidden camp deep within the forest.
Meanwhile, in the distance, the sun dipped further behind the massive trees forming the dense tropical canopy.
Night was falling, and Ethan's plan awaited execution.
In Ethan's mind, there was only one thought: to check the traps, capture the rare animals, and ensure no one could stop him.
Ethan radiated an aura of darkness and brutality, a man who had spent his life immersed in the world of crime.
Standing 180 cm tall and weighing 85 kg, his large and muscular frame reflected the harsh life he had endured.
Scars scattered across his body told the story of countless battles, betrayal, and the constant dangers that surrounded him.
But there was one scar that stood out more than the others, a deep claw mark that ran from his shoulder to his waist, a reminder of an encounter from his childhood.
This mysterious mark looked as though it had been left by a monstrous beast.
Strangely, Ethan had no memory of how he got the scar.
He only knew it had been there as far back as he could remember, leaving a mystery he could never solve.
Ethan's appearance was made even more intimidating by his glowing red eyes, with small black pupils in the center.
These eyes emitted anger and indifference, always sharp and watchful, like a predator ready to strike at any moment.
His gaze often made his opponents shrink in fear, even before he raised his weapon.
He always dressed in black, making him even harder to track at night when he was hunting or on the run.
On both sides of his waist, he carried a rifle and a knife his two favorite weapons.
The knife was for close combat, where he could feel his opponents' pulse slow as their fatal wounds took effect.
The rifle at his side ensured that no one could escape him.
Among the many crimes he had committed ranging from murder and smuggling to drug trafficking there was one thing he enjoyed the most: capturing rare animals and eating them.
It was a hobby he cherished, a personal ritual he saw as more than just hunting. For Ethan, capturing protected wildlife wasn't just about money or power; it was about primal satisfaction.
Every bite of rare animal meat he consumed felt like a personal victory over nature, a testament to his total dominance over weaker creatures.
Within his criminal organization, Ethan held a significant position. He wasn't just a common criminal, but the mastermind behind many cunning operations.
Coldly, he directed his men, set traps, and planned evil deeds with horrifying precision.
His merciless and strategic nature made him deeply respected and feared, both by his enemies and his own crew.
With his sheer brutality and terrifying personality, Ethan was the perfect combination of strength, cunning, and cruelty.
Every step he took brought a threat, and no one ever knew what he would do next.