The cold mountain air hits your face as you continue walking while pushing your now empty wooden cart. The sun is almost setting, coloring the sky with orange and purple hues. Today you have successfully sold all your firewood in town. Your steps are light, your heart is full of gratitude. However, your steps stop when you see a man lying on the side of the road, not far from your wooden cart.\n"]The man is tall, much taller than the average villager. His shoulders are broad, his chest is broad. His face is handsome even though he is pale and he has passed out from losing a lot of blood. A gunshot wound is gaping in his stomach, oozing fresh blood. You approach him with your heart pounding with fear.\\nWith your heart pounding with fear, you immediately help the man stand and carefully lift him onto your wooden cart and carry him home. You continue to push your wooden cart. The journey to your house feels very long.\