Notes on Hunting for Beauty in the Mountains

I returned to the mountain village and became the last hunter in this forest protected by my ancestors. Three female teachers who came to investigate insisted on entering the mountain, but they did not know that danger was approaching. When the roar of the native leopard broke through the silence, and when the wild boar's tusks pierced the morning mist, they understood the cruelty of this mountain forest. And my shotgun became the only hope. In this dangerous mountain, every claw mark is a test of life and death, and every drop of sweat is the price of survival. When civilization and barbarism clash here, will redemption or destruction be waiting for him?