OBSCURITY

The one-room house, painted gray and with some plaster cast, was freezing, as the poor quality glass let almost all the cold through. Rain hitting the windows fiercely found a place to leak and was gathering along the wall, accumulating on the floor. In the dark brown sofa in the middle of the room was a woman lying in sweat despite the cold. The roar of the strong wind, combined with her breathing sounds and groans, echoed in the room, but the woman did not wake up to this voice.

In the middle of the night, the road, on one side of which was a cliff and the other a forest, was advancing at full speed. The drink bottle that had been carelessly left on the next seat leaked into the seat and filled the interior with that scent.

The tipsy woman was not aware of this. In response to the increasing speed of the rain, she also increased it. The red bar of the speedometer was trembling like crazy, going back and forth between 160-180.

The seatbelt signal has been chirping for minutes, but the woman didn't care grammar for the disgusting signal.

He lost his family today ... He watched his family's death 14 years ago from the gap in the closet where he was hiding ...

While the blood flowing from the hole left by the bullet that shattered his father's head painted the old carpet, he only looked into his father's eyes that remained open. Those icy eyes were staring as usual.

Incriminating

Hateful

She shook her head and wanted to throw this image out of her sight. At that moment she passed over a tree whose roots were out of the way. Tree roots caused the wheel to bounce up and the vehicle to turn sideways, while the vehicle rolled into the abyss.

Without even realizing what was happening, the Anka jumped out of the windshield of the car that somersaults. He fell on soft soil and bushes. His body was severely damaged, but the alcohol he took was preventing him from feeling pain.

Wolf howls were heard. The footsteps and growls that followed. The half-unconscious woman screamed with fangs on her feet. Then she shares those teeth on my arm. She saw bits of meat in the animal's mouth she saw.

He was struggling as his leg was torn off by that big wolf.

No, he is not dead. She was pure fear she felt, and she was terrified to the bone. He woke up screaming with teeth implanted in his face

The empty drink bottles around the seat fell to the ground with the effect of his speed. The carpetless room groaned with the sound of glass. She was still staring blankly, under the influence of the dream, the tears that came from her eyes involuntarily melted in her drenched sweater. His hand went to his neck, pulled the collar of the sweater and stood up.

She threw herself into a few square feet of bathroom. He got rid of the sweat that burned his eyes. She looked up in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, she forced her trembling body to sit on the stool in the center of the bathroom. And he turned the cold water on to the full. He was trying to lower the temperature of his body. She swallowed the hiccups that came down to her throat.

She didn't cry. And he would not cry.

She waited for minutes under the cold water that cut her body.

As he stood, he closed the water and his eyes went black when he got up quickly. She moved on, waiting for the image to become clear. He dried his body with a thin towel and put on his knee-jogging sweatpants. He just put on his black bra and threw himself into his bed, this room was warmer than the others. She had just built the windows of this room last year.

From the deep sleep he dived with the effect of the illness. He awoke to the sound of the door being hit with all his force, and he jumped to his feet quickly.

Bored, he lowered the door handle. Noone was there. He clenched his teeth with anger and slammed the door hard.

He returned to his room and pushed the thin bed aside. She picked up the squeaky parquet and put on her black leather clothes and gun.

What was his job?

He was a hitman.

If he knew what was going to happen to him, he would not have even snorted out today.

If he knew that his freedom would be taken ...

...

Quick steps found the street turning left. The sound of his high-heeled boots on the street was heard echoing from the top of the street. He took off the leather gloves from his hands and threw them in the garbage container he was passing by. He entered the run-down apartment where he would deliver the DSR-Precision DSR-1 professional sniper gun hidden in his huge guitar box. He quickly climbed the stairs in twos. He clicked on door number 7 twice quickly, three times with one second intervals.

The door creaked open. He entered the room used as the kitchen (!). He left the box on the table and turned to the fat man who had been watching him ever since he came. Since her hair had not touched the water for days, the oily pimples on her face looked like they would pop up at any moment.

He killed the country's Minister of Economy today. He was settled on the roof where he would shoot him hours ago. He did not allow the tip of the barrel to be seen. He had placed the end of the barrel in the hole he drilled into the thin roof wall.

And during the conversation ... Bam!

Was it that easy? Yes it was.

"Well done." Take a quick glance at the bag placed on the table. The jagged banknote inside the bag is opened

He had glanced around in the 1980s. He began tossing coins into the bag without his expressionless face changing.

He put the bag on his back and pulled out the door. He rushed down the stairs to the streets where he was memorized. The road, illuminated only by a few rickety streetlights, was not a single sound except the smell of garbage and the clicks of the garbage. He didn't want to go home.

And right now he had noticed.

He was being followed.

Swallows pierced her throat one after another. He was afraid for his money, not that something would happen to him (!).

His shadow fell in front of him as the strong white light from the car headlights filled the street.

He took the bag, which he threw on one shoulder, over both shoulders. While reciting curses for wearing high-heeled boots, he heard the car doors open. She tied the clip on the front of the bag. And his ponytail dull his hair.

And he turned to the car.

Five people.

Everything would change tonight. He didn't know. His freedom would be taken. He didn't know. Had he known, he would have run. Had he known, he would not have been confident in himself and wait to fight them.

If only he knew.