Capítulo 92: Did Mr. Dot Deceive us?

There was a deadly silence on the highway. There were no birds chirping in the air and no sounds of vehicles coursing through, only an occasional breeze of the wind that acted like an invisible hand which swayed the car doors that were not properly closed. The unforgiving sun blazed down from above as if hell was bent on roasting any living being which dared brave its rays, raising the temperatures to a deadly level.

The sound of shuffling footsteps traveled out from a nearby dark, gloomy tunnel as a group of people walked toward the exit. A young man wearing a beret was leading the group. His red lips curled as he smiled happily. He had a lithe figure, long slim limbs, and a skinny waist. Even though he didn’t look masculine enough, he looked nimble, but oddly, he had an awkward gait when he walked.