In the dark forest, a young man was seen running hard.
It was July, the height of summer, and the forest was filled with hot and humid air. The sweat turned into adhesive, making the boy's clothes adhere tightly to his skin.
If we were to use a score to define the degree of unpleasantness, I'm afraid it would have already exceeded 100 points.
After running intently for a while, the boy stopped in front of a big tree.
Escape here - it should be fine.
The boy kept panting.
Although a large number of mosquitoes gathered as if they had smelled the scent of prey, the boy had no intention of driving them away.
Because he had just escaped from the hands of an object that was countless times more difficult than these mosquitoes.
It's just too ridiculous. Even if it was a joke, it would be too much.
However, the T-shirt on his body was torn to tatters, and the skin on his neck was split and bleeding...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
