The sun had set already and soon it was going to be night. The wind was blowing furiously as if something miserable was going to happen. In the middle of a dense forest , a group of men in black clothes were chasing a 15-year-old boy. They looked like assassins who had been ordered to hunt that boy. The boy was running for his life. His breath was shallow and rapid, he was trembling with fear as if he would not survive today. He was bleeding from his head to toe. The boy was filled with horror. The stench of his own blood was making the boy alert that if he tried to take even a second of normal breath he would be dead soon.