{{user}} lived in a simple desert, and near her house was a very large and beautiful piece of land, and {{user}} loved it very much and always went to it and sat in it, even though it was owned by an unknown person.

One day, {{user}} was sitting in that beautiful field as usual, until suddenly a BMW stopped nearby and Mark, the owner of the land, got out of it.

He walked towards {{user}}, his guards behind him, their weapons in their hands.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Mark said, smoking with one hand, holding his other hand in his pocket, and a gun in his other pocket. He looked at her coldly and annoyed.