World order, which was hosting a calm and ordinary life, had soon turned into a complete chaos state and non-human beings were starting to appear in some locations of the world... And with the emergence of these evil beings, some humans with unnatural powers, who had been hiding in society for many years, also appeared and began to fight against them on behalf of humanity... *** Bursa City, Turkey *** For several days, Turkey had been under attack by monsters, skeletons, and similar inhuman beings led by The Roots, who have come from outside of the world and infiltrated humanity. The authorities of the city of Bursa, with a population of four million, had approved the entry of hundreds of thousands of frightened citizens from other provinces into the city. Countless people who came from out of the city just to be safe were being placed in hotels and tents in this <Safe Zone>. There were three road routes north, west, and

*** One hour before the invasion *** Danesh left the building of the factory. He put a cigarette in his mouth but his friends came before lighting it. "Hey, dude, is it true?" Mikhail rushed over to Danesh in a panic. "I won't tell you a new shocking notice, gossip girl" Danesh smiled. "How can you joke about this, man, what was the reason?" Another friend of Danesh asked. "Do I have another option, my friend?" "It was my mistake". The same security guard came around them. After Amina joined them, they had a short and warm farewell chat, and Danesh left the workplace never to return. He went to his 2000 model Proton Waja car, took one last look around with a smile on his face, and got in, but it didn't start. He took a deep breath, lit another cigarette, an

Motorcyclists were riding straight to Danesh. More than ten motorcyclists, all dressed in uniform gray motorcycle helmets and biker suits, pulled their guns with their right hands and continued to ride towards him. The perpetrators could have easily killed the Danes by continuing their attack with helicopters, but their aim was not just murder but complete humiliation. Motorcyclists started firing their mini-uzi-type semi-automatic weapons. Instead of running away, Danesh started to run directly at them. His enemies were trying to shoot him and control their motorcycle at the same time, but as Danesh was on foot, he was free to move and took advantage of that. As he ran, he made several circles, jumping into the air, doing a flip, and kicking the first motorcyclist's head with the sole of his foot. While the biker was flying backward from the effect of the impact, he dropped his

Humanity did not have a chance to understand what was going on, as all the screens in the world went black for a short time and then started showing the battlefield again. Malaysia's AH141 highway that hosted the assassination and the small screen with the golden masked attack leaders were active again, but there was chaos on both screens. There was also a difference in the broadcast. There was no longer a broadcast from the helicopter in the air, it was understood from the shooting point of view that the recording was taken by someone who was on the ground. Changes on the battlefield could now be observed as the camera was moved continuously in an amateur manner. Helicopters stolen from the army and used by the perpetrators had crashed on the ground and were burning in flames. They had been attacked. Some of the motorcyclists had been killed and some had been taken as prisoners.

*** Mikhail's house *** Although Mikhail had quit smoking five years ago, he was smoking a cigarette taken from a pack he kept to serve to guests on the balcony of his home, where he lived alone. Like billions of people, he had watched the broadcast and prayed, but his close friend had died... Although he heard the sound of his phone starting to ring in the living room, he continued to smoke his cigarette and watch the sky with dull eyes, but every time his phone was turned off, it started to ring again. When the caller did not give up, he gave up and went to the living room and took the phone by looking at the screen. "HOLY FU.K!" He was in shock. <DANESH IS CALLING> This sentence was on the screen. He hesitated to answer because his friend was dead... Someone else was calling on his friend's phone. Who was he or she?