Lumberjack ?

PART 1: SILVAThe forest is a terrifying place for some people. It is wild, cold, mysterious, and lawless. However, for others, the forest is a calming, peaceful, natural, beautiful, and even enchanting place. At least that's what a logger named John thinks. He has been living in the forest for a long time, and he has been through a lot. John isolated himself in the forest not for any particular reason, but simply because he enjoyed the beauty of nature within it. It sounds logical for a professional logger, except that there might be a terrifying fact that he is hiding.I always think about this. The deeper I think about it, the more I want to ask about my thoughts. So, is it true that everything in this world has two sides? Like two sides of a coin that stick together but have opposite meanings. A simple example is in the book that I am writing. In the beginning, I explained that the forest is a terrifying place, but not for John. Another example is a knife. There is always a sharp a

PART 13: DESIDERIUM That night after work, John accidentally met Don at a bus stop when John's car was being serviced and Don happened to pass by after he had a date with his girlfriend Don was his friend working in logging. Don with a somewhat confused and shocked face stopped his car and said hello "Hey John, where have you been, do you know me?" John pretended to forget at that moment"Excuse me, who are you?" Don continued"Come on, I'm Don, a friend of yours when you were working in logging, it looks like you're successful now." John's desire to kill suddenly arose, he actually wanted to pretend to forget and not recognize Don, but because his desire that he had long suppressed was getting worse, he then tried to provoke Don "Oh hi Don, long time no see sorry I briefly forgot you because your face looks very different"John approached while inviting Don to shake hands Don also got out of the car"Hey actually what happened to you, why didn't you say and suddenly disappear

PART 5: DOMUM Several months had passed, and now it was time for John to go home and return to his old job as a lumberjack. He said his goodbyes to his SFT team members Allie and Drizz, who came up to him and hugged him. "Promise me, someday we will meet again," Allie said. John gave a thin smile, "Of course, I won't forget all of you."John then shook hands with the others and left. He brought a gun for protection because there were many dangerous things in the forest that he didn't know about.On his journey, John got lost and stopped to rest under tall trees while eating his provisions. He tried to draw a map and estimate how far his home was.His method worked, and John arrived at his home just before sunset. He went straight to his house and searched for his wife, but he was shocked to see that the inside of the house was very different from when he last left it. He wandered around, amazed. "Hanna!" He called out to his wife, but there was no answer at all.Suddenly, John starte

PART 7: MORS John returns to SFT with a renewed determination to protect the forest and hunt down the gangsters responsible for its destruction. He shares his suspicions and discoveries with his SFT team members, including Allie and Drizz. Together, they strategize and plan their next moves.   The team conducts thorough investigations, collecting evidence and interviewing locals who might have information about the gangsters' activities. John's expertise as a former lumberjack proves invaluable in identifying signs of illegal logging and the locations where the gangsters might be operating. They delve deeper into their investigation, John and his team uncover a network of criminals involved in various illegal activities, including deforestation, wildlife trafficking, and drug trade. They realize that these gangsters have been exploiting the forest for their illicit operations, causing significant harm to the ecosystem. Dr

PART 9: INITIUM The days passed, John found himself increasingly haunted by the vivid dream that had plagued his mind. Its imagery had become a constant presence, lingering in his thoughts like a ghostly whisper. Unable to shake off the unsettling feeling, he felt a growing urge to confront the source of his unease.    One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a veil of darkness over the land, John made his way to the basement of his house. It was as if an unseen force guided his steps, drawing him toward the hidden depths beneath his home. With trembling hands, John reached for the shovel tucked in the corner of the basement. He couldn't explain the compulsion that drove him to dig, but he knew that he had to uncover the truth lurking beneath the ground. Each strike of the shovel sent a shiver down his spine, the anticipation mounting with every mound of dirt he unearthed. Sweat dripped from his brow