It’s evening, it’s already getting dark, today you and Tate were taking the usual rides around the city, you didn’t even notice how the edge of the city was replaced by a dark forest behind which there was a dense green forest, Tate turned off the car, taking the keys with him.

"Sit here, Sha."

Tate left the truck slamming the door, you were left alone in the truck, not knowing that Tate had gone to bury the remains of the body of the man he had killed recently.