I could not think about anything else that evening. Nothing was comprehensible. Also, there was no signature. I started struggling with the obscuring thoughts in my mind. The only thing that made sense was that nothing made sense.
After a few long hours, the moon finally reached the highest point in the sky and I went to the place I had been told to go to hiding behind houses and trying not to be spotted. As I was walking behind the barn, I heard a quiet voice calling me out. It was a man in a black trench coat. I instantly moved closer to him ready to ask questions, but I was made to shut up and then he whispered, “Do not ask questions and follow me if you desire to get out of this hell.''
Even though I did not know the stranger, apprehension, curiosity and the promise flooded my mind and so I nodded in agreement. We began walking to the nearby watchtower. The tower looked uninhabited and there was an L-shaped cut