"Sky Nord Region & Sky Mountain Forest"

"It is cold."

A young man looks up at the sky and whispers.

The young man was probably only 20 years old.

A basket made from wood helped the young man carry some dry wood behind his back.

The young man moves slowly in the thick snow.

He knows that without enough dry wood to burn.

He would die because of the cold.

A young man tries to go to his home as quickly as possible.

He walks and carries the basket full of dry wood to his home.

In fifteen minutes. He reaches his home.

The name of the young man is "Tomras." After losing his family at a young age, he lives alone in the woods.

From the outside, this house looks intimate and cozy. It has been built with white cedar wood and has white stone decorations.

Large, triangular windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a mostly symmetrical way.

The house is equipped with an old-fashioned kitchen and one large bathroom.

It also has a cozy living room, three bedrooms, a spacious dining area, a lounge area, and a snug storage room.

The building is shaped like a circle. The house is partially surrounded by a covered patio on two sides.

The roof is low and triangular and is covered with seagrass.

One small chimney pokes out the center of the roof.

The young man enters the home and puts away his wood near the fire pit.

There is nobody in the house.

The young man does not think of anything other than sitting in his rusty wooden chair.

He took a deep breath and looked outside his window.

The rusty wooden chair is just to the right of the one window in his house.

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as a young man sitting on a chair. He started feeling drowsy and slept on the chair for some time.

As the young man opened his eyes, he noticed a long time had passed and the sky had turned dark.

As he got up from the chair, he stretched out his body. He slowly walks towards his fireplace to cook some food for himself, but at that time, he hears someone knock on his door.

"Tok"

The young man looks at the door and tilts his head to the right.

He walks towards his door and picks up the ax he used for chopping down trees in his left hand.

Hiding it.

He then yells.

"What are you doing at this hour?"

The young man waits for an answer, but he is not hearing any.

A young man furrows his brows and smiles because of anxiety.

He starts to wonder if opening the door is good or bad for him.

He yells again.

"If there is anybody." Answer me or I am not going to op-"

as he was finishing his words. A stone breaks down his glass.

"Crack!"

The young man steps back with fear in his mind.

He looks at the stone thrown at his window and then looks at the broken window glass.

He takes a deep breath and holds his ax with confidence.

For the time being, the only thing that gave him any confidence was the ax in his hands.

He slowly walks towards the window but stops abruptly.

"If the one who threw the stone hides behind the window, he or she may wait there for ambush purposes."

The young man, Tomris, does not approach the window anymore. It does not make sense in his mind.

"If the one who was doing these was strong enough, he would not be doing these kinds of things." As he would easily enter this house and kill me right here and then. "

Tomris is no fool. He knows about these kinds of things.

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He looks at his home and then smiles. Behind the door, there is a small gap that he can easily fit into.

He slowly opens the door of his house. just enough to peek inside the house.

After opening his door, he hides in the gap, waiting without making any sound, even breathing slowly.

He will be attacking whoever enters his house from now on.

He waits more than fifteen minutes, and there is no sound coming from outside at all.

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One hour later, there is still nobody.

The fireplace in the house had already burned off, and the room was almost pitch black. Because the window is broken and the door is open a little.

The cold from the outside started cooling down the inside of the house.

Tomris was waiting with patience.

He is not going to be hunted. He is not going to be murdered.

He whispers these words in his mind. as long as he breathes.

As long as he has a little bit of power in his body, he will wait for the individual or group of targets himself.

Tomris waits a little bit longer.

Two hours had passed since he opened the door, and someone had thrown a rock at his window, breaking the glass.

There is still no movement or sound from outside that he can hear or feel.

His mind starts to play games with him. saying to him that there was nobody outside. Imagining a simple joke as a big thing, he says to them.

Tomris shook his head and held the ax with more strength.

He believes in himself. He believes that he is not imagining anything.

The one who threw the stone The one who knocked on his door and did not answer himself must be waiting for him.

Tomris believes that the outside is colder and more dangerous than the inside of the house. He believes it with his full heart.

as his mind starts working against him. HOPE appears

He hears the sounds of steps. The sounds are not ordinary. They are silent and well calculated.

Tomris was aware that if someone he knew came to his house, they would not come at this hour and they would not be moving like this.

He readied his ax and waited.

The sound of footsteps increased, and the wooden door slowly opened.

Tomris noticed a hand with a dagger. He takes a deep breath, and his heart starts pounding at a faster rate.

He waited even more. The seconds seem to be passing at no rate at all.

Tomris then, in the pitch black. saw a figure stepping inside of his house, passing through the door. as he stayed in the dark for more than two hours. His eyes were accustomed to the dark, which made him easier to see in the dark.

Tomris did not hesitate anymore, and swiftly.

He swung his ax at the head of the black-humanoid figure he was seeing in the dark.

"Pulp!"

The ax Tomris severely wounded the figure's neck, and warm blood started gushing out of the figure's neck.

Tomris pulled out the ax and then felt weird in his body.

Without too much time, in just two minutes.

The figure went back and forth in the house and finally went down to the ground.

Tomris did not check on the corpse of the figure. At least not yet.

He believes it is better to wait for some time.

He could not know if the figure on the ground was faking dead or not.

What if the figure on the ground was faking it to make it show himself and then used some kind of surprise attack to severely wound himself?

At this time, Tomris whispers.

"I can not check him. He is trying to fake his death and lunge at me with a surprise attack. "

At this time, the figure on the ground slowly moved. It got up from the ground.

in his right hand. The figure is still holding the knife. with his left hand. The figure was pressing down on his neck injury.

Tomris was right again. The figure was faking his death.

Tomoris did not move and just stood still. because of his experience living in the woods. In the middle of the night, he realizes this.

Staying still is better than moving.

At night, nothing can be seen with ease. Staying still gives everybody some sort of invisibility.

He knows that the figure does not know where he is and that as long as he stays still and does not move, the figure will not see himself.

The figure looked right and left and whispered for the first time.

"Where are you?" "Little Pig!"

As he whispers, he stomps his feet on the ground, creating a sound.

Trying to intimidate Tomris and get him to react so that he will know about his target.

But unfortunately for him, Tomris did not even move or make any sound. Even his breath did not change.

Tomris whispered in his mind.

"He will start yelling." "I am going to kill you" to try to gather a reaction from me."

Tomris smiled as he thought of it just seconds later.

Something happened.

"I am going to kill you!"

Tomris furrowed his brows.

He just made a guess. Why does this man make everything that he just guesses in his mind?

Tomris did not dwell on the subject. It must be a coincidence, he thought.

Tomris, at the same time, felt something.

He feels a black bear slowly coming towards his house. It must smell like the blood of the man on the ground.

Tomris just felt a hunch, and seconds later, a black bear growl started coming from the outside.

The man with the knife who tried to kill Tomris and got hit by Tomris heard the sound of the bear and started going towards the door to close it.

He thought it was better to get ambushed by a human than to be eaten alive by a bear.

Tomris smiles and whispers.

"He will try to close the door." because of the fear of bears. He forgot where I attacked him in the first place. When he closes the door, I will attack him and this time kill him. "

Seconds later, the man came to the door and closed the door in a hurry, forgetting everything as Tomris whispered.

Tomris this time. He targeted the head of the man and swung his ax.

"Putt!"

"Ssss"

The ax is in the hands of Tomris. entered deep inside the skull of the man.

The blood started gushing out and this time it was the man who dropped the knife and fell dead on the ground.

It started bleeding heavily. The man is going to die in just three to four minutes.

Not to mention the neck injury he sustained. The last attack by Tomris directly penetrated and crushed his skull and damaged his brain.

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Tomris stopped looking at the man on the ground and felt something in his mind again.

"The bear is big and strong. The wooden door will not hold it. In two minutes, it is going to break down the door and enter the house. "Because it is too big, it cannot be entered from the window.

Tomoris took a deep breath and looked around his house.

He again felt something in his mind.

"If I use some nails to connect the door to the walls, I can delay the bear for more than five minutes."

Tomris took the nails close to the fireplace in a wooden box and started nailing the door to the wall. within thirty seconds.

He finished improving the door.

giving himself seven minutes to plan.

At that time, Tomris took a deep breath and looked at the man about to die on the ground, and then looked at the window. He whispered to himself.

"The bear tried to break down the door for three minutes." It hesitates after not being able to break the door. However, after some time, the smell of blood affects the bear, and in five minutes it breaks the door.

Tomris laughed a little and dropped the ax down and picked up the man on the ground and started carrying him to the window.

He holds the man by his legs and pushes the man, who is bleeding to death, outside.

He then picks up the dry wood he picked for the fire and starts nailing the window to block the view of the bear.

He does not have much time and can not do many things, but he smiles and nods.

He sits down in his chair and whispers.

"The bear He takes the man just outside of the house, close to the window. She takes him to her nest and eats it with her cubs. The bear is having a good night's sleep. The fool who tried to kill me is dead, and I will go to sleep. "

Tomris closes his eyes and smiles.

Tomris did not know for sure, but everything happened according to what he said.

Tomris is a smart young man with a genius for intelligence. Only if he knew that he was able to know what was happening before it even happened in the form of feelings and whispers to himself. He would be flabbergasted.