He Timidly Approached to me, His Eyes Bleeding as if to Say “Please Take me Out of Here”
The story begins on a quiet, lonely mountain road, the kind where the only sound is the crunch of gravel beneath a car’s tires and the soft rustle of wind through the trees. As a man drove down that desolate stretch one late afternoon, something in the ditch caught his eye—a small shape, motionless at…