Necessity was truly the mother of creativity. He had never known that he was very good at hiding. He had indulged in the game of hide-and-seek as a kid and had always been good at seeking. Little did he know his talent in hiding was more impressive; even as a grown man, he did so well at hiding. Probably, because he knew if he was found in this particular game, he wouldn't be laughed at, tapped on the head, stabbed with an imaginary sword or disqualified. He would be killed.
Dilan had shifted his hiding position severally, moving from one place to another at instances where he noticed his temporary hideouts weren't safe anymore. Dilan felt ashamed for so many reasons. Firstly, he was the head of South Camp's soldiers. If they were weak, poorly armed, disorganised, outnumbered, whatsoever
