A forest maze?

Who has come in?

It's hard to leave.

Including..

hair

In the middle of the night, on the night of the full moon, everywhere was quiet...

So quiet that there was not even a cry of a wild animal, so quiet that the heartbeat could be heard..

A cold wind blew and the tall figure standing in the middle of the big tree rubbed his arms to relieve the cold. His legs started to feel weak. After running away from wild animals while he was searching for a way out of this maze of forests.

A sound came into my ears, the sound of footsteps echoing in the silence.

Yes.. it must belong to an official.

He thought it must be an official or someone who was looking for a way out like he was.

If so...at least he would have a friend in fate.

He was about to shout to be heard but was unable to because the sound of his footsteps was not that of an officer or his fellow destinies.

But it was the sound of the walking of a group of people whose clothes were frayed. Some of them had only a piece of cloth wrapped around their waist, and some of them held sticks in their hands. Some of them carried knives, but they didn't look like people at all. They were walking somewhere. He hurriedly ran and took cover by a large tree, watching the group's reaction.

One leg accidentally stepped on a branch, making a loud noise that made one of the group turn to look.

Eyes wide open...

My heart is pounding...

Both hands hurriedly raised to cover their mouths...

Both eyelids slowly closed and the breath faded as if a person was about to die in the next few minutes.

God please If I'm going to die, I want to die without suffering...

The sound disappeared and the eyes refocused. he is still alive All organs are still intact.

That group of people has disappeared...

He swept his eyes left and right but did not see any people. He sat and rested next to a large tree until he fell asleep. The sky darkened until he could not see the road ahead. Rain began to fall, causing him to wake up and rush to find shelter before he fell asleep again due to exhaustion.

I don't know how many days he has been in this forest.

I don't know how many times the sun and moon have taken turns acting.

Another thing was that he didn't know how many times he had stopped by this big tree where he had made marks with his knife.

All he knew was that he would soon become food for the wild animals and those people in this maze of forests.