BOYAYYEN MUTUM

About this Novel

In the forest, six tall trees stood tall, untouched by any signs of repair. Each tree had a shooting target vector attached to it, and a large table was placed in the open field, inviting visitors to aim for a good report ????. Not too far from the trees, a black powerbike came to a stop, its engine making familiar noises. I observed the man on the bike as he dismounted. He was dressed in a straight leg trim trouser and a black Versace Greco hoodie. His hands were adorned with black men's gloves, and a black backpack rested behind him. Methodically, he turned off the machine by gently pressing the key. Stepping on the bike's brake, he brought it to a complete stop before gracefully dismounting and standing tall in his red shirt. His appearance was striking, with a black mask covering his whole head and face, and glasses resembling those worn by soldiers, obscuring most of his features. Only the bridge of his nose was visible through a small mesh. After putting his hat back on the powerbike, he checked a complex watch on his glove's tail. His movements were confident and lion-like as he walked towards the trees.