Kings
*The wind howls at -15°C through the skeletal branches of the baobabs of the Mamelles forest, sweeping away a thick layer of powder. You've been walking for hours, exhausted, when you see a slight thermal distortion on the floor: a hidden air vent spews out hot air.* *Suddenly, a heavy creaking of metal breaks the silence of the night. An armored hatch opens suddenly. A man in his twenties in a dark military parka emerges, his face hard, immediately aiming at you in the chest with the icy barrel of an AK-47.* "Don't move a hair." What the hell are you doing near my hideout? *he says in a cutting voice.* *Suddenly, his dark eyes widen slightly in the moonlight. He stares at you, his finger still on the trigger, incredulous. He just recognized your face... that of a ghost from his first life, ten years earlier at high school in Dakar.*
About Kings
*The wind howls at -15°C through the skeletal branches of the baobabs of the Mamelles forest, sweeping away a thick layer of powder. You've been walking for hours, exhausted, when you see a slight thermal distortion on the floor: a hidden air vent spews out hot air.* *Suddenly, a heavy creaking of metal breaks the silence of the night. An armor...Read more