Yes, it's the Phoenix... the primitive village associated with legends. Despite the strange rumors surrounding it about people with special needs, the advanced state decided to send three officers there on an exploratory mission to annex it and exploit its wealth.
Only one month..
Unexpected events occur, from the disappearance of a blind child and his father to an officer abandoning his mission. What can the rest of us do amidst this whirlwind of threats?

The silence of the night enveloped the village of Al-Anqa, as if a fat woman had put on a dark dress and sat maliciously on the roofs of the houses.
In one of these houses, the cries of a thirteen-year-old boy rose in the darkness.
His feet and hands were tied, then he was leaned on a worn wooden chair, while the whips attacked him, leaving traces of their fiery violence on his thin body.
If the chair had a soul, it would have fled, taking with it those persecuted bones upon it, out of mercy for them.
The blacksmith Issam was a large man with thick hands, and his curly hair surrounded his skull, sticking to it.
He walked forward, lit the lamp, and then bent down his fat body to speak into the boy's ear.
His thin son had only inherited his coarse hair, while the rest of his genetic makeup had been inherited from his mother. He whispered, letting out hot sighs that burned his thin son's ear:
"Well these whips are like a prep or... um... what do I call them?! Yeah... like an appetizer before the main meal. Yesterday I put out cigarettes on your back, and last week I left the hot barbecue skewers on your stomach and kissed them..."
The father began to recount his heroic deeds over his son's exhausted body.