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Thousands of miles up North in desolate forest stood a lonely hut that looked like it had seen better days, the walls were crumbling apart, the roof lifted off on one side probably from the Northern harsh wind storms. It was a miracle the house had not been carried away yet, fallen tree trunks littered the compound in different stages of decomposition.
There was danger lurking in the air, for such a deserted place the killing intent around was almost suffocating.
Inside the hurt a person is seen sitting right in the middle assuming a meditating position, long white flowing hair dancing in the night time wind. Despite the cold winds the man was sitting shirtless, patterns running down his back.
Exquisite intertwined lines in red ink dancing on the shriveled muscles that had pro
