"The senses, the plural form of the word 'sense,' are the means of perception in living beings. They assist in recognizing and classifying things to understand their importance... "Inside one of the lecture halls at the University of North Texas in Denton, Professor Ibrahim stood. He was a middle-aged man with a smart and professional appearance. His bald head stood out against his smiling face. His light beard adorned his prominent chin. His brown eyes sparkled with vitality and curiosity. He seemed somewhat short in stature, but moved with confidence and smoothness."Humans have at least 20 additional senses..." Ibrahim paused and pointed to one of the students who was flirting with a girl beside him. Then he continued, "Yes, Mr. Cortez, there are more than the five senses that everyone here knows, totaling more than eleven, including the senses of their internal feelings, such as pain, balance, motion perception, the sense of time, the sense of direction, and the ability to perce

"Where are you going, young man?" Rick spoke in a loud and harsh voice as he closed the car door behind him.Michael looked at his father with frustration. Rick was a strict and controlling man, likely a police officer or at least that's what Michael believed. Rick had a lot of problems at work and took out his anger at his family. He didn't care about Michael's feelings or opinions and always tried to control his life."Dad! I'm going to meet my fri...." Michael tried to answer, but Rick didn't wait for him to finish. He quickly entered the house, closing the door behind him.Michael sighed in even greater frustration. He knew there was no point in trying to talk to his father; he wouldn't listen. He felt lonely and sad, wishing he had a better family.Suddenly, he felt something pressing on his shoulder. He turned around and found a girl smiling at him affectionately. This girl was Julia, Michael's younger sister. Julia was a beautiful girl with long black hair and gray eyes. She re

Michael stood in front of Max's house after dropping him off. Sophie burst into tears when she noticed the injury on Max's neck that he couldn't hide. George's grip was incredibly strong, and if it weren't for Max killing George, his throat would have been destroyed. It took a long time to calm Sophie down, and Max lied to her about being attacked by a vampire. He didn't want to involve her mother in this matter, so instead, he told her that he got into a fight with a customer at the bar who refused to pay.Max opened the door of the house and stepped out."How is Aunt Sophie doing?" Michael asked, leaning against the wall of the house.Max nodded his head and said, "She's fine, thank you..." He paused for a moment before continuing, looking at Michael's slightly pale face. "Thank you, my friend, about that..."Max stopped when he saw Michael waving his hand."Forget about it tonight. Let's discuss it tomorrow...""As you wish," mumbled Max, then bid farewell to his friend.*****As

"What did he say? Is he okay!?" Julia asked her mother anxiously after seeing tears streaming from Angela's eyes.Angela wiped her tears and placed the phone on the table. "He's not coming back! He said he won't return home..." She couldn't hold back her tears from falling once again.Julia sighed in relief because nothing bad had happened to Michael. Unlike her mother, she was glad that Michael had made this decision. She had been encouraging him to leave home and become independent because she saw that he was being pressured too much.She stepped forward, hugged her mother, and began patting her back."Once again... another son has left," Angela whispered weakly."All because of that man. He made my life a living hell ! , You're the reason I'm still with him, and I haven't asked for a divorce yet !! ""Why !? Just Why did he become like this!?" she exclaimed.Julia remained silent, simply listening to her devastated mother's words.Meanwhile, Michael put his phone in his pocket. H

In an abandoned and dilapidated factory on the outskirts of Denton city, the clock struck ten in the evening. The sky appeared as a heavy gray blanket enveloping the horizon, releasing heavy drops of cold rain that made a disturbing sound on the surface of the metal factory. The air was damp and cold, carrying the scent of rust and dust.Smith sat on an old wooden chair, his back leaning against the cold concrete wall. He looked expressionless at the man hanging upside down from an iron hook in the center of the room.Although the face of the suspended man was covered in a layer of dried blood, concealing his features, if Max were here, he wouldn't doubt the identity of this person for a moment. This man was one of the couple relentlessly pursued by Smith in the city streets, under George's orders."Leo, that's your name, isn't it?" Smith spoke with a creepy voice mixed with sarcasm. His voice reverberated in Leo's ears, who trembled with fear. Leo couldn't speak; he just nodded vigor