One year later
Winter
Many villagers were used to this bone-chilling cold, and as usual, many of them were setting up a bonfire outside their huts, which they would sit around while they gossiped about their daily routines, their business, and the other villagers.
While they enjoyed the bonfire, a red bus approached them, catching their attention. When it halted at the village’s border, a driver in his sixties and around twenty-five people exited the bus. Most of them looked around, and some of them stretched, all being tired and looking for a place to relax or eat.
Then their eyes fixed on the villagers, who were staring at them in foreboding.
Because the villagers knew what was about to happen to them.
The tourists began walking toward them. The villagers wanted to stop them and te
