"Grandfather, how did this happen?" Ray asked.
The old man, with a defeated look on his face, invited Ray inside. "Everything started a month ago when two people came to our village," he began, his expression stern.
"They visited each house with the same motive. They wanted us to sell our lands."
Ray found this suspicious. "What do they even need these lands for?" he asked.
The old man shook his head. "I have no idea why they need our land. The only thing we know is that the government is also on their side."
"Who are they? You must know that, right?" Ray questioned again, finding it too strange that even the government was involved.
The old man tried to remember. "They said they are the Dunkens, yes, the Dunkens..."
Ray flinched when he heard the name. This name had been revolving around him like a shadow. "Are you sure about them?" he asked, and the old man nodded in agreement.
Ray's mind raced, connecting the dots one by one.
