In the middle of a dense forest, the branches of trees spread wide, making the area below it dark like nighttime. Though some of the sunlight managed to pass through the several layers of leaves, the area below was still dark. Everything seemed quiet, saved for the occasional sound of feet stepping on some twigs on the ground. Though he was trying to be as quiet as possible, it was not really easy considering what he had to carry. A well-built man had the bodies of two young men on his shoulders. He was able to carry them, whose weight combined was about a hundred and thirty kilograms, without seeming to be tired, and he was still walking rather quickly as if he was not carrying anything on his shoulders. The man seemed anxious. He glared at the two bodies on his shoulders with a not-so-friendly look. It was evident that he was not really willing to help them.
“Which one of them is Mashelle? The two of them look so similar.”