Miguel was sitting on a log, overlooking the rainforesty terrain below. The mountain provided the view that was both breathtaking and heavenly. He decided to compose a song on his makeshift lute during that morning. Knowing Tulio and Chel were busy. Miguel kept playing till he heard rustling in the brush to his left. Instinctively, he takes out a crude makeshift knife. "Step out who or whatever you are." He says with a stern expression as he prepares himself.
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