A man carrying a suitcase, slowly walking on a road, on the left side a rocky mountain nearly invisible in the dark night. And on the right, Desert with a weak sandstorm in the middle, puffing the sand over the place. The man stopped, gazing down.
"Not again..." his cold voice said.
"I won't happened again, if you just give the suitcase" a dark voice replied.
"I can't, its on me" the man said and turn around, tighten his grip over the suitcase which was handcuffed with his hand.
"You left no way, but to start it all again" the dark voice said and a shadow appeared on the road, heading towards him. The man smiled warmly and leaned down on the road, putting his hands down.
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