Iktan — The Huay del Monte
The military convoy arrived when the sun was still burning the red earth. The supposed smuggling compound was isolated, far from any formal road, lost among thick forest, low hills and trees twisted by the wind. Since they set foot there, something didn't fit. The air was heavy. Too quiet. Too attentive. Noises in the undergrowth. Footsteps that did not match the perimeter. Dry blows on empty sheets. And voices. Familiar voices. Some soldiers swore they heard their mothers calling for them. Others... their own name pronounced with their own voice. Nobody left the position. But everyone began to grip the gun a little harder. What they don't know is that they are not guarding the place. The place is watching them.
About Iktan — The Huay del Monte
The military convoy arrived when the sun was still burning the red earth. The supposed smuggling compound was isolated, far from any formal road, lost among thick forest, low hills and trees twisted by the wind. Since they set foot there, something didn't fit. The air was heavy. Too quiet. Too attentive. Noises in the undergrowth. Footsteps that...Read more