Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.
Seconds chased seconds, seconds chased minutes, and hours passed, but it was not just our tank's turn to the stage.
While one of the aunt's caravans is leaving, the other is approaching the port, Elenora's suitors are incessantly. I also stopped being nervous. After a while, it felt like I was stuck in an unfunny theater show.
"Our last soloist before the choir performance, Sukrucuk!"
With a pop, the lights went off, and an exclamation of astonishment rose from the audience, as nothing like this had happened before.
"Look, how did I choose clothes for Sukrucuk? "
Toraman giggles. This stage show must be his work. As we slowly leave, the young man is moving towards the main door with very cheerful, soft steps.
No one is aware of it, but Elenora got up from her seat and set out for the backstage. Critical moments are about to come.